Contradicshun
Tune: Arly i' the Mornin

Aw've aftin thowt how happy we
Might pass throo life, frae trubbil free,
If foakswad only try te see
The words that myekt them disagree,

Chorus:
Browt on throo contradicshun,
Nowt else but contradicshun,
For stubborn contradischun
Myeks the world se full o' care.

The little bairn ye'll see at scheul,
Wi contradicshus mischeef full,
'Ill give anuther's hair a pull!--
Byeth yung an' aud can play the feul

Then lad an' lass frae hyem 'ill stray
Cum Bet, says he, let's myek wor stay
I' Grainger Street!-but she says Nay!
No, Jack, aw'll gan the tuther way.

Wi' married foaks, ye'll find as weel
That contradicshun plays the Deil,
Across the tyeble at a meal
Upcastin what byeth shud conceal,

So contradicshun thraw aside,
Let frindly comfort be yor guide,
Think weel before ye start te chide,
For contradicshun's nowt but pride!

-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries