Tune: Pritty Jimima
Oh, Hoe, de ye knaw that aw's married te Jack?
The die its cast,-an' noo aw's fast,
Aw's wed te the Gallowgate Lad at last,
Says Meggie one day te me.
But the day before he teuk us te church,
Aw thowt neethor ov us wad see
The priest, for Jack, bliss him, had pawned the ring,
An' myed a' the weddin brass flee.Chorus:
But still he's me lad-he's me canny bit lad,
Be bonny bit lad,-me Gallowgate Lad;
But still he's me lad,-he's me canny bit lad;
Me bonny bit Gallowgate Lad!His muther an' me raised the muney that day,
Wi' sairish tues, the parson's dues
Wes got, then te church we all went away,-
The bridesmaid wes Sarah Dunn
The sarvis oweer-the beagil an' clark
Went hyem wis te join i' the fun;
The dinner we had wes seun polish'd off,
Then the dancin an' singin begun.Aw sat there as modist as modist can be,
At wor Jack's side, wi' married pride,
An' aw had me bit bairn upon me knee,
Aw wes confined three weeks before,--
But Jack kept pushin the whiskey roond,
Tho he knew it wassint paid for,
Till the beagil an' clark wes mortil drunk
An' his muther had fell on the floor.Then he black'd a' thor fyeces wi' chimley seut,
Mischeevous lad, he's warse then bad,
For he gov Tom Smith the fiddler, the fut,
An' seun he had him sprwlin doon;
Then Jack Tate an' him had a fight i' the yard,
An' he spoiled me granmuther's new goon,
Throo brickin some glasses an' cowpin a jug
O' the best penny beeer i' the toon.The Row on the Stairs wassint owt the this,
For when he's full he's like a feul,
He swore ivry lass i' the room he'd kiss,
Hed did, an' it myed us luck glum;
For aw thowt he might been content wi' me,
An' tiv a' uther lasses keep dumb;
Then he teuk the bit bairn frae me te sing
Oh, Aw wish yor Muther wad cum!When aw went upstaris wi' the bairn te bed,
Whe shud aw see i' the place o' me,
But fat Sally Dunn wi' Jack,-an' he said
He had tyekin her for me!
Aw hope it's true that he myed a mistake,
For it wassint owt plissint te see;
He's still on the spree-but when sober aw wish
He'll behave like a man te me!Wor Geordy says the Gallowgate Lad might heh glen him an
invitashun te the weddin,-it wad been nowt oot ov his pocket if he had, for Geordy's
yungist bairn hes te be krisin'd on Sunday, an' he wad tell'd jack where te stand the get the cheese an' breed.
-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries