Tyneside Lads for Me

                      Teun="Kill or Cure"

                      Noo a' ye lads that's Tyneside born, just coock yor lugs an' lissen,
                      Aw'll gie yor canny toon a turn , an' myek yor goggles glissen;
                      Ye cannet tell hoo glad aw feel, an' me heart it lowps wi' pride,
                      When me voice aw raise te sing i' praise ovv canny aud Tyneside,-

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                      Then sing me lads wi' glee, an' happy may ye be,
                      Whack-fal-the-daddy, O!-the Tynesdie lads for me.

                      Luck at the noble buildins grand-the wark o' Richard Grainger,
                      Hoo fine like palaces they stand, the wunder ofv each stranger,
                      Ye may search the world reet throo an' throo, an' travel far an' travel far an' wide,
                      But aw's sure yhe'll nivor find owt like the manshuns o' Tyneside.

                      Twes doon the shore, not varry far, George Stephenson invented
                      The steam engine, so te be a star, forth the the world he sent it,
                      The foaks amazed went nearly crazed, when they saw its leetnin stride
                      An' they a'confess'd thor's nyen can best the lads ov aud Tyneside.

                      Sir William Airmstrang myed a gun- noo it's a reglor wundor,
                      It myed the funky Chinese run, when they heard it roar like thunder,
                      Sum want te say it's just a hoax, an' its merits they deride,
                      But wait a bit he's not deun yit-Sir William of Tyneside.

                      Where will ye find sic pullers, like them on wor coaly river?
                      Far-famed as sturdy scullers, thor se strang se stoot, se clivor,
                      Lang may Chambers an' Cooper leeve, for i' them we can confide
                      What's dearest tiv each honest heart, the honor ov aud Tyneside.

                      So pass the glass, an' chant a stave, an' join its chorus sweetly,
                      I' praise o'Tyneside lads, se brave, they bang the world completely,
                      An' sing this sang wi' voices strang,-let it echo far 'an wide,
                      The greet renoon o' wor canny toon, and the heroes o' Tyneside.

                      -Joe Wilson