The Owl
Written Feb. 1826 Tune X,Y,Z

Now run away amang the snobs,
An' strangies i' the Garth, man,
An hear about the greet black Owl,
That's let on Cappy's hearth, man--
Of sic a breed, the Deil his sell
Its marrow canna find in Hell!
It hops about wiv its slouch hat,
Can worry mice like wor tom-cat--
And sic a yarking blubber heed,
It bangs X, Y, that famous steed,
Or ony thing ye like, Man.

Oft frev its nest, in Cabbage Square,
It flaffer'd out at neets, man,
Mang sic a flock that neetly blare,
And carry crooks and leets, man--
Then prowl'd wor streets in search o' prey,
And if a mouse but cross'd his way,
He quickly had it by the nose,
And pawk'd it off to kuel its toes--
Did Hoo! Hoo! wi the blubber heed,
That bangs X,Y, that famous steed-
So, Cappy keep him tight, man.

To tell how Cappy gat this burd,
Aw wad be rather fash'd, man;
Some say that, of its awn accord,
It went to get white wash'd man.
So scrub him, Cap, with a' yor might,
Just nobbit make the lubbart white--
But if yor brushin' winna dee,
There's Waller Watson, Walton, tee,
They'll scrub him as they did before,
And make the bowdy-kite to roar--
If Cappy keeps him tight, man.

St. Nich'las bells now sweetly ring,
Yor music's sae bewitchin'--
Ye lads in Neil's * now louder sing,
And warble weel Hell's Kitchen**--
For yor au'd friend is in the trap,
Alang wi' his awn brother, Cap:
then shout hura! agyenwe're free,
At neets to hev a canny spree;
In gannin hyem, ne mair we'll dreed
The Lubbart wi' the chuckle heed--
Mind, Cappy, keep him tight, man.

*A famed public -house at the head of Manor-chare.
**The tap-room of a famed public-house near the head of Groat Market

R. Emery -In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.