Subject: The Victory
From:
Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 13 Jun 00 - 03:57 PM
The Victory; or The Captain Done Over tune- O the golden days of good Queen Bess It happen'd very lately, (upon my word 'tis true sir)
A party at the Peacock supp'd, as I shall shew to you sir;
The names of those I shall disclose, who form'd the happy party,
Were Waller Watson, Walton too, both honest blades and hearty;
And with them were two friends of theirs, who just had come to town,sir,
Hedges nad INgram are their names, both travellers of renown, sir. They sang and drank, and drank and sang, till time was wearing late, sir,
Nor ever thought a moment what that night might be their fate, sir,
(Twas on the eighth of April, as we hear the story told, sir,)
They felt it not, for friendship's glass had warm'd their hearts within, sir,
By drinking brandy, rum, or wine, or eke good Holland's gin, sir. Watson and Ingram both inclin'd to be a little merry, sir,
The others left-- to Dean-street they proceeded in a hurry, sir;
When Hedges he sung Fly not yet, why haste ye so away, sir?
And Ingram promptly answer'd him, by calling out, Oh! stay, sir.
The Verges of the night were rous'd--demanded why such clatter, sir,
What's all this hound-like noise about? come tell us what's the matter, sir. Then Walton said, They're friendsof mine, and strangers in the place, sir;
But this they disregarded quite, and star'd them in the face, sir.
Now Halbert cried out, Seize them, Ross!--to the watch-house they shall go, sir;
And Master Carr will Kitty them, old friendship for to shew, sir.
Then to the watch-house they were ta'en triumphantly along, sir,
For nothing, as the trial prov'd but singing Tom Moor's song, sir. Arriving at the watch-house, where Dogberry sat in state, sir,
The watchmen made false charges out, and did so glibly prate, sir;
tom cried out, What d'ye think of this? No defence wil I hear, sir;
My servants I will listen to, they've made it plain appear, sir.
Off to the Kitty with them, watch, nor grant one short respite, sirs,
But see that they're completely fast in durance all the night, sirs. Ye watchmen, for the future, remember Scarlett's dressing, sirs,
The real sound drubbing you've receiv'd may be esteem'd a blessing, sirs:
And should you e'er repeat such acts, vile tyrants as you've been, sirs,
Scarlett against you may appear, and trim you black and green, sirs,
As you ere this must clearly find, you've kick'd against the pricks, sirs. -In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.
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