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BONNIE TYNESIDE (Songwriter and source unknown)

As I came in by Tyneside,
Where gently flows the rolling tide,
A fair pretty maid passed by my side;
And her looks did me ensnare.

She's taken me to her father's home
So bashfully, as I went in,
Says he, "Young man you're far from home, on bonnie Tyneside".
Well I sat down her folks to please,

They treated me to bread and cheese,
And the children gathered round my knees;
It was a blithesome sight.
But nine o'clock began to strike

And the plowing lads began to spit,
Says I to myself, "It's time to flit;
Away from bonnie Tyneside".
It's myself arose up to my feet,

I bid them all a fine goodnight,
Then asked the road to Mains O'Gicht;
And the fair maid to convoy.
She's shown me past the barn door,

And oh but my poor heart was sore,
To part with her and meet no more;
On bonnie Tyneside.
But in the spring came back again,

And on her finger placed a ring,
And home with me then she did come;
From bonnie Tyneside.