Subject: Portadown Races 2000 Parody Blaydon rcs
From:
*Conrad Bladey Peasant-Inactive
Date: 08 Jul 00 - 11:32 PM
The Portadown Races>
(Tune- The Blaydon Races)
I went to Portadown Races, 'twas on the tenth of July,
Twenty hundred naught at all on a summer's efternoon.
I tyuk the bus fra Balmbra's an' she was heavy laden.
Away we went along Garvaghy that's on the road to Drumcree. Chorus - Oh! lads ye shud of seen us gannin',
We pass'd the foaks along Garvaghy road Just as they wor stannin';
Thor wes lots o' tommies and taigies there, all wi' frownin faces,
We wor Gawn alang the Garvaghy Road To see the Portadown Races.
We flew past tanks and baracades and up to the top of the hill
Just gannin doon te the chapel itself the bus wheel flew off there.
The lassies lost their sashes off, an' the veils that hide their faces
An' aw got two black eyes an' a broken nose in gan te Portadown Races. Chorus
When we gat the wheel put on, away we went agyen,
But them that had their noses broke they cam back ower hyem;
Sum went to Johnny Adair an' uthers to Master Saulters Chorus Now when we got to The Church thor wes bonny gam begun;
There were fower-and-twenty on the 'bus, man, hoo they danced and sung;
They called on me to sing a sang, I sung them the Boyne Water
Aw danced a jig an' swung me twig the day I went to Portadown. Chorus
We flew across the Garvaghy Road reet into Portadown toon The clerik he was callin' there they called him Revrend Eames To gan an' cave to Tony Blair's Shew at the Parliament in Lunnin Chorus: The rain it poor'd all the day, an' myed the groons quite muddy
Pete Mandelson had a white hat on-they war shootin' "Whe stole the cuddy"
There wes spice stalls an' Flannagan shows, and an' aud wives sellin ciders,
An' a chep wvi' a hapenny roond aboot shootin' "Now, me boys, for Gracey." - Parody of the Blaydon Races, Conrad Bladey, July 2000
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