Aw'll Sing Ye A Tyneside Sang

Teun-"Rip Teerin Jimmie."

Aw'll sing ye a Tyneside sang.
An' aw's sure aw'll not be rang,
For aw think ye'll like te heerd as weel as me,--
I' the dialect aw'll start,
For when aw sing- Tyneside it hes te be.

Korus.
An' oh, me lads, it myeks me heart se glad,
Te sing or hear a lokil sang;
An' aw always like te see iv a cumpony, or a spree,
Sum canny lad te sing a Tyneside sang.

It puts us I' the mind
O' the canny foaks se kind,
That roond wor bonny firesides we see;
An' it myeks us feel at hyem,
An' aw hope that yor the syem,
If ye arnet, whey aw's sure ye owt te be!

But the greetest treat, aw say,
Is whenivor aw'm away,
I' sum friendly cumpny i' sum uther toon,
When aw hear the glasses ring,
An' a real Tynesider sing,
An' the foaks's feet a' beatin te the tune.

It myeks us feel se glad,
That aw fancy aw'm a lad,
Wi' the forst bit lokil sang upon me tung,
An' the dialect's se fine,
All around the "Coaly Tyne,
It's a treat te hear the sangs se hyem-like sung

-Joe Wilson