A Welcum! Te Bob Chambers Efter His Defeat For The Championship.

TEUN-"John Anderson, my jo,"

Yor welcum back agyen, Bob,
Yor welcum te yor hyem,
Victorious tho ye cuddint be,
Yor welcum still the syem;
Ye've struggled hard te keep yor nyem
Untainted wi' defeat,
But Bob, yor life's just like wor awn,
Ye've bitter's weel as sweet.

Yor we1cum back agyen, Bob,
Yor welcum te the Tyne,
Where ye've displayed yor manly skill,
So dinnet ye repine;
Keep up yor heart, the day may cum
When luck 'ill turn agyen,
Hard wark 'ill tell on iron frames,
An' wettor weers a styen!

Ye've proov'd yor-sel a star, Bob,
That's kept its lustre lang,
But cloods 'ill dull the brightest star,
The best sumtimes gets rang,
An' man, Jor high amang the best
That ivor pull'd an oar,
We'll not forget,-tho beat the day,
The wundors deun before.

The nyem 0' Chambers, honest Bob,
Aw's sure 'ill nivor dee,
The brave, the game undaunted man
That struggled hard te be
The hero ov a hundrid spins,
The champion frae Tyneside,
That kept the world se lang at bay,
The lickt, yor still wor pride!

-Source: Joe Wilson,(author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890.