Lyr Add: The New Fish Market

Subject: The New Fish Market
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 22 May 00 - 07:30 PM

The New Fish Market
Tune- Scots come o'er the Border

Chorus-
March! march to the Dandy Fish Market!
See what our Corporation's done for you,
By pillars and paling so nobly surrounded,
And your stone tables all standing before you.

Where's there a river so fam'd in the nation?
Where's the bold tars that so well grace their station?
Coals, fish, and grindstones--we'll through the world bark it--
And now we ha'e gotten a bonny Fish Market,

Oh! did the fish ken they'd be caged like a birdie,
(Euphy, the Queen, singing, Maw canny Geordie),
They'd pop out their heads then, should ye only watch them,
And call on the fisherment sharply to catch them.

Yet all isn't right, tho'-- in time you may hear it;
One wek is past, and but one cart's come near it:
The loons above stairs preconcerted the order,
And hinder poor bodies to hawk through the border.

Gan to the coast--where's the fishermen's weeding--
Gan to the fells-- where the cuddies are feeding--
Gan to hell's kitchen--should ye have occasion--
Ye'll see hizzies drinking through spite nad vexation.

Where's Madgie's troops that so well could shout oysters?
Gon to a convent or nunnery cloisters!
Where's the wee shop, that once held Jack the Barber?
Gone to make room for the fish brought to harbour!

Then hie to the Custom-house, add to your pleasures,
Now you're well cover'd so toom the new measures:
It ne'er will be finish'd I'll wager a groat,
Till they've cut a canal to admit five-men boats!

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