As A geordie singer, I lived in Dover in the late 70s. I was delighted to find an excellent Shepherd Neame pub, the 'Malvern' in my own street, run by a Scottish couple and with a coal fire and a piano.

Myself & friends had many a good pub session there & I did of course act as a sort of missionary to these darkest parts of Kent & often sang the 'Blaydon Races' on a Saturday night (not all of it!).

Anyway, one night a local man was very complimentary and asked, in an East Kent accent, 'could yer sing that one yer did larst week?... you know the one about the bleedin' races'