Newcastle Hackney Coaches
Tune- The bold Dragoon

Of a' the toons that's i' the north,
Newcastle bangs them a',
For lady folk and gentlemen,
And every thing that's braw,
A fig for Lunnen i' the south--
But mind now, let's hae nae reproaches,
For they say that Lunnen's hang'd hersel,
Through spite at wor new Hackney Coaches.

Chorus-
Yep! fal der al dal, &c.

Wor toon has grown se big now,
Aw ne'er saw the like before;
Live ye only lang eneugh,
Ye'll see't join'd to Tynemouth shore:
We've our Literinary Sieties,
Shops cramm'd wiv plate and diamond broaches,
But  it's ne use telling ony mair,
There's nowt gans doon but Hackney Coaches.

Ca-la-de-scoups were yence the rage,
Sedans--were all the go;
But till the noise gets failry ower,
They may keep them iv a row;
Gang where you will, the talk is still,
At tea or cards why all the rage is,
Why bless me, sir! have you not seen
Our stylish tow-horse Hackney Stages!

A bond-street lounge tee we might hev,
If't wasn't for the mud!
A piccadilly we're gaun to get,
And other streets as good:
Maw sangs! aw think we'll 'clipse them out!
but faith I'd better haud me ditty,
For fear, ye ken, in ganging hyem,
They Hackneyfy me to the Kitty.

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