Subject: A Newcastle Song
From:
Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 01 Apr 00 - 09:27 AM
A Newcastle Sang Oh! cum' ma canny lads, let's sing anuther Tyneside sang.
The Langwidge ov each Tyneside heart wor aad Newcassel Twang.
Ne doot its strange te stuck-up folk, and sounds byeth rough and queer.
But nivvor mind, It's music sweet untiv a Tyneside ear. Wey, bliss yor heart, thor's ivvorything a Tyneside chep can boast;
Wor Tyneside tongue is spoke and sung on ivvory foreign coast.
On sea or lan', where 'er ye gan, where Armstrong's cannon roar,
It is the voice o' Tyne that's hard resoondin' frev her shore! The ancient langwidge o' the Tyne hes sayins awfu' queer!
They say add Nick torns pale as deeth when real Tynesiders sweer!
An' Adam spoke in Tyneside tee, when he cried te Mistress Eve.
A bonny mess ye've myed on't noo; begox, we'll hev to leave! An' when a muthor scolds hor bairn, shell'sheyk her first and froon,
Noo haad yor jaw, aa'll skelp yor lug, or sum plyece lower doon;
But if she's in the humour fine, It's Cum noo hinny, cum!
An' if ye want te hear the butt, wey, mine's a haaf o' rum! An' when a chep's sweethartin' like, it's Cum, lass gie a cuddle!
Or when a man is drinkin' sair, it's Tommy's on the fuddle!
The bairn that cries is raimin on, things paaned they say's in pop.
An' then a feythor says wi' pride, The bairn's peart as a top! An ear's a lug, a mooth's a gob, and then a hand's a paa;
Te hev a smoke it's here a low, sit doon and hev a blaa.
It's howay here or had on thor, what cheer my lad? they'll say,
It's kittle wark, what fettle noo? it's dowly like the day! Noo aa might crood a thoosand things inte this Tyneside sang;
But sum will say, Hi ! had yor han, yor myekin't ower lang.
Aa've said enough; aa'll leet ma pipe, ma rhymin pen lay doon,
An' pray wor speech may ne'er depart fra wor aad Canny Toon! - J Harbottle 1891.
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