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The Jiggin Doon the Shore
Tune-Roond the Horn

The Tyebles cleared away, efter tea the varry day
Lizzie Dunn had coonted summers just a score,
The cumpny iv a raw-- te gie dull care a thraw,
Myed up thor minds for jiggin doon the shore.

Chorus-
Doon the shore, sic a stir, sic a stir doon the shore,
Byeth lad an' lass, se clivor,
Danced as if they'd dance for ivor,
That neet we had the jiggin doon the shore.
 

Iv ivry kind o' dance, sum lass's winnin glance,
Myed young hearts beat time te steps upon the floor;
The fiddler's merry teun wes monarch o' the fun,
That neet we had the jiggin doon the shore.

Sum whisper whe's the belle? aw'd like te knawn me-sel,
But the fyece, or else the bonny claes they wore,
Myed a' alike te me, frae Walker te the Kee,
That neet we had the jiggin doon the shore.

The room wi' voices rung, for drink myeks wummin's tung
Keep waggin when thor's onything astir;
An men, like lads agyen, let ne bit lass alyen,
When meant te join the jiggin doon the shore.

The lads then slied away, sum honnied words te say,
An' upon the stairs sum lass's luv implore,
A kis, a squeeze, an' then thor up an' roond agyen,
Byeth happy an' content upon the floor.

But time seun flees away-the brickin o' the day
That shone on tired fyeces throo the door,
Myed wives thor men intreat i' bed te change thor beat,
An' finish up thor jiggin wiv a snore.

-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries