Swalwell Hopping

LADS! myek a ring
An' hear huz sing
The sport we had at  Swalwell, O;
Wor merry play
O' th' Hopping Day,
Ho'way, marrows, an' aw'll tell ye, O.
The sun shines warm on Whickham Bank,
Let's a lie doon at Dolly's O,
And hear 'boot mony a funnny prank
Played by the lads at Crowley's O.

Chorus:

O' Fal lal the dal la, Fal lal the da la, Fal lal the lal, lal the lal, lal lal
O; Fal lal the dal la, Fal lal the dal la Fal la the lal, lal, the di dee O.

There was Sam, O zoons,
Wiv his pantaloons,
An' gravat up ower his gobby, O;
An' Willie, thou
Wi' the jacket blue,
Thou was the very bobby, O.
There was knock-kneed Mat, wiv's purple suit,
An' hopper-hipp'd Dick a' yellow, O;
Greet Tom was there, wi' Hepple's and coat,
An' buck-sheen'd Bob frae Stella, O.

When were were drest,
It was confest,
We shem'd the cheps frae Newcassel O;
So away we set
To wor toon gyet,
To jeer them a' as they pass'd us O.
We shouted some we some dung doon
Lobstrop'us fellows we kicked them O;
Some culls went hyem, some crush'd to toon,
Some gat aboot by Whickham, O.

The spree came on--
The hat was won
By carrot-pow'd Jenny's Jacky, O.
What a fyece, begock!
Had buckle-mouthed Jock,
When he twin'd his jaws for the baccy, O.
The kilted lases fell tid pel-mell,
Wi'--Talli-i-o the Grinder, O;--
The smock was gi'en to slaverin Nell--
Ye'd dropp'd had ye been behind her, O.

Wor dance began
Aw'd buck-tyuthed Nan,
An' Geordy thou'd Jen Collin, O;
While the merry black,
Wi mony a crack,
Set the tambourine a-rolling, O.
Like wor forge-hammer, we bet sae true,
An' shuck Raw's hoose se soundly, O;
Tuff canna cum up wi' Crowley's crew,
Nor thump the tune se roundly, O.

Then Gyetside Jack,
Wiv's bloody back,
Wad dance wi' goggle-eyed Molly, O;
But up cam Nick,
An' gav' him a kick.
An' a canny bit kind o' fally, O.
That day a' Hawks's blacks may rue--
They got monny a varry sair clanker, O;
Can they de owse wi' Crowley's crew,
Frev a needle tiv an anchor, O.

What's that to say
To the bonny fray,
We had wi'skipper Robbin, O;
The keel bullies a',
Byeth greet an' sma',
Myed a beggarly tide o' the hoppen, O.
Gleed Will cried "Ma-a, up lap aud Frank,
An' Robin that marry'd his dowter, O;
We hammered their ribs like an anchor shank,
They fand it six weeks after, O.

Bald-pyet Joan Carr
Wad hav a bit spar,
To help his marrows away wid, O,
But poor and fellow,
He'd getten over mellow,
So we doon'd byeth him an' Davy, O.
Then Petticoat Robin jumpped up agyen,
Wiv's gully to marcykree huz, O;
But Winalaton Dan laid him flat wiv a styen,
Hurrah! for Crowley's crew, boys, O.

Their hash was sattled,
So off they rattled,
An' we jigged it up se hearty, O;
Wi' mony a shiver,
An' lowp se cliver,
Can Newcassel turn oot sic a party, O?
When quite dyun ower the fiddlers went,
We staggered ahint se merry, O,
An' throo wor toon,till fairly spent,
Roar'd Crowley's crew an' glory, O'