Lyr Add: The Gallowgate Lad

Subject: The Gallowgate Lad's Wedding
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Date: 26 Mar 02 - 08:07 PM

The Gallowgate Lad's Weddin!

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
 
 

Subject: The Return of the Gallowgate Lad
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Date: 26 Mar 02 - 08:06 PM


The Return o' The Gallowgate Lad!

Tune- Sad is Me Fate

Aw's as happy as a queen an' the day gans alang
Like an oor i' the munth o' May,
Said young Meggie Bensin, wiv a fyece full o' smiles,
For me lad's cum back the day.
Aye, an' mony's the lang weary neet aw've pass'd,
Since me luv bid me gud-bye,
Aw nivor thowt aw wad leeve te see this happy day,
For aw've deun nowt else but cry.

Chorus:
But Jack's cum back, an' we'll hear his crack
Aboot the lang one an' twenty days;
The Millisha's broken up, an me luver he's cum hyem,
He's cum hyem iv his sowljor's claes.

He nivor sent a letter a' the time he wes away,
Tho he might, for aw'd deun'd for him;
He nivor let us knaw if he miss'd us there at a',
Such neglect's an awful sin.
But aw'll talk te Jack when aw get him be me-sel,
An' aw'll let him knaw me mind,
Tho' aw's sartin the lad's ne better then he shud,
Still aw think iv his heart he's kind!

Aw've heard that he courted anuthor lass when away,
De ye think he wad be that bad;
Tho he's bad eneuf for owt, an' dissent care for nowt,
Still aw think that he's still me lad.
Aw knaw he wes fond o' the lasses when at hyem,
But it's nattoril that he shud,
An' aw've heard his muther say his fethur wes the syem,
So ye see that it runs i' the blud!

He's nivor got promoted tho aw's sartin that he might,
But he blackt the corporil's eye,
An' they gov him such a crop, aw fairly thowt aw'd drop,
When aw first saw me luv cum nigh;
But his military figgor an' fine sowljor's claes
Myed us wish he wad keep them on,
He luckt se rispectable te what he always dis,
Aw cud call him nowt else but John!

He kiss'd me muther first when he com intethe hoose,
Thor's ne jillisy i' me breest,
Buyt aw think he might might seen aw wes stannin biv her side,
An' he notis'd me the least;
But the poor lad wes drunk wi' the drink he had had,
An' cud hardly stand,--aw's sad,
Aw wish he'd stop at hyuem, then aw'd keep him for me-sel,
Maw brave-luckin Gallowgate Lad!

-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries
 

Subject: The Gallowgate Lad
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 29 Mar 00 - 01:14 PM

The Gallowgate Lad
Tune- Sally Gray

One morn neer the grand Central Stashun,
Mang croods that was hurryin bye
Aw happin'd te see Meggy Bensin,
An' sairly the lassie did cry
Says aw--Canny lass what's the matter?
Says she, quite dejected. Aw's sad,
Aw's greetin for Jack, that's me luver,
Maw bonny bit Gallowgate Lad!

Ye'll knaw him, Joe issn't he hansum?
As clivor a lad as ye'll see,
He wes striker at Stivvisin's Factry,
But lately he's been on the spree;
An' he got bag'd for gawn on the fuddle
An' the jewl mun heh fairly gyen mad
When he went an' join'd the Millsha,
Maw gud-luckin Gallowgate Lad!

A' the neybors declared he was lazy,
But spite 'Il myek bissy foaks speek,
Tho' aw knaw--tho'at owtint te menshund,
He nivor workt mir then a week;
But wi' foaks gyen--keep quiet thor faillins,
Aw greeve for me luv that's a swad,
Oh, his best suit o' claes is his sowljor's
Maw brave -luckin Gallowgate lad!

It's five eers since we forst got acquentid.
He always wes wild iv his ways.
an' he swor that he nivor cud squeeze us
The time that aw wore me new stays;
If he cuddint-it wassint for tryin,
For monny's the tussle we've had
But te Annick he's gyen wi' the sowljors
Maw kind-hearted Gallowgate Lad!

Aw can mind hoo he wander'd the Leazes,
Wi me on the fine summor days,
An' he wid sit on the grass close beside us.
The time aw wes dryin the claes;
He wid rowl us anundor the baskit
Me shawl he wid use for a plad;
Oh what myed ye join the Milisha?
Maw corly haired Gallowgate Lad!

Man aw've mended the holes iv his elbows,
An myed his aud troosors like new,
Tho aw thowt he might spoke aboot marridge,
When his granfethur bowt him a coo
But he slet it an' spent a' the munney,
The foaks said his luv wes but cawd
An' aw wish that aw cuddnt beleeve them,
Maw sowljor-like Gallowgate Lad!

The syem neet that we had leave-takin,
He wanted te stop the whole neet,
But for a cupple that hessint been married,
Me granmuther says it's not reet;
We'd a pint o' warm beer te wor suppor,
An' cheese that wed meyk yor eyes glad,
But poor Jacky, he swally'd the whol on't
Maw sweet-luckin Gallowgate Lad!

Aw's fairly heart-broke since he left us,
Aw cannet leeve weel be me- sel,
An' me tung gans as tho 'twad keep tellkin
A lang way mair then aw shud tell;
When the heart's full it's greet consolashun,
Te whispor what myeks ye se bad,
Oh what myed ye join the Millsha
Maw gud-luckin Gallowgate Lad?
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Joe Wilson