Lyr Add: Burdon's Address to His Cavalry-Paro

Subject: Burdon's Address to His Cavalry-Parody
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 09 May 00 - 10:20 AM

Burdon's Address to His Cavalry
A Parody.

Soldiers whom Newcastle's bred,
View your cornel at your head,
Who's been call'd out of his bed
Toi serve his country.
Now's the time when British Tars
With their Owners are at wars;
And they've sent for us--O Mars!
Assist the Cavalry!

Now, My noble sons of Tyne!
Let your valour nobly shine;
There at last has come a time
To shew your bravery.
But, my lads, be not alarm'd!
You're to fight with men unarm'd!
Who in multitudes have swarm'd--
Before us they must flee!

Then they cry out, every man,
Cornel, we'll die a' we can!
So away to Shields they ran:
O what Cavalry!
But they had no call to fight,
the Marines had bet them quite;
And the Cornel's made a Knight,
For the Victory!

Jas. Morrison-In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.