Bullerwell and Summer's Race
air- Young Man from the Country

Aw'm gawn te tell ye aboot a race
That cum off som time back.
Bitween one Summers and Bullerwell,
This Summers was all thi crack,
Thi race was at thi Victoria grund,
They said Summers was gawn ti flee,
Says Bob aw cum frae Blaydon,
And ye'll not get ower me.

Noo when they both got at ti scratch,
Summer's backers they did chaff,
But Bob knawin' his little game
Did nowt butstand and laff,
When Bob's backers got thor money on,
Summers wanted thi start d'ye see,
But says Bob aw cum frae Blaydon,
And ye'll not get ower me.

Noo off they went wi Bob in front,
Summer's backers went near mad,
They said that they cud esely wun
If he hadn't tyekin bad.
Noo away Bob went an' got the stakes,
and then they had a spree,
Says Bob aw'm frae the country,
An' ye'l not get ower me.

Noo away we gans ti thi station,
And tyuk the half-past sevin train,
Then off we went ti Blaydon
Ti the sign of the Rifleman,
An' there we all sat fuddlin',
We had a first rate spree,
Says Bob aw cum frae Blaydon,
And ye'll not get ower me.

Then here's success to Bullerwell,
May he always be weel backed,
An' lang may Blaydon flourish,
Since they've passed the Local Act,
And here's success ti thi workin' man,
May he niver want a frind d'ye see,
So lads aw've sung ye maw song.
And ye'll get nee mair frae me.

-Geordy Ridley