Wor Peg's Trip te Tynemouth
A Reglor Cawshun
tune- The Sangit Chrisnin, or The Tinker's Weddin

The sun wes shinin i' the west,
An' aw wes shinin i' me best,
An' Peggy like a queen wes drest,
The day we went te Tynemouth, O.
Upon the sands, byeth happy, we
Injoy'd the breezes frae the sea,
An' wish'd the day a week might be
Upon the sands at Tynemouth, O.

Alang the sands we myed wor way,
Like plodgers on a rainy day,
The lasses bonny feet display
Upon the sands at Tynbemouth, O;
Sum fiddlers thre te myek thor brass
Played teuns te tice byeth land and lass,
Maw cumley Peg at Tynemouth, O.

The dancin deun, says Peg te me,
Thor's lasses bathin i' the sea,
An'if ye'll haud me claes, says she,
Aw'll hev a bathe at Tynemouth, O.
No, Peg, says aw, no, dinnet gan!
What flaid, says she, are ye a man?
In tiv a fine masheen she ran,
Te change her cales at Tynemouth, O.

Aw stud dumbfoonded ,stiff, an' mute,
An' hoped she nivor might cum oot,
Te show her-sel te croods aboot,
That watch foaks bathe at Tynemouth, O.
At last, gud grashus, Peg fell doon
The steps,-- aw thowt twes iv a swoon,
Up she gets  iv a lang blue goon,
Amang the waves at Tynemouth, O.

Then Peg's reed heed wes plainly seen,
Wiv figor that wad mense a queen,
Aw wish'd beside her aw had been
Amang the waves at Tynemouth, O.
Upon the shore,--the bathin deun,
Peg ful o' live an' full o' fun,
Got on a cuddy's back te run
Alang the sands at Tynemouth, O.

But plishur often wid brings pain,
Byeth sad an' sair we sowt the train,
For Peggy's hoops, she myed o' cane,
Wes lost that day at Tynemouth, O;
She sadly sighed, wi' leuk se meek,
An' laid here heed agyen me cheek,
But kiss an' cuddle myed her speak,
I' cummin hyem frae Tynemouth, O.
 

-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries