18 Mar 00 - 11:05 AM (#197186)
Subject: X.Y.Z. At Newcastle Races
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
XYZ At Newcastle Races
Smash! Jemmy, let us buss,
We'll off an' see Newcassel races,
Set Dick the trapper for some syep,
We'll suin wesh a wor faces,
There'll ne'er a lad in Percy Main
Be bet this day for five or ten;
Wor pockets lined wiv notes an'cash,
Amang the cheps we'll cut a dash
For X Y Z, that bonny steed,
He bangs them a' for pith and speed,
He's sure to win the cup, man. Chorus:
Fal the dal the dal the day,
Fal the dal the dido
Fal the dal the dal the da,
Fal the dal the di do We reached the moor, wi' sairish tues,
When they were gan to start, man;
We gav a fellow tuppence each
To stand upon a cart, man;
The bets flew round frae side to side,
"The field agyen X Y!" they cried;
We'd hardly time to lay them a'
When in he cam--Hurra! Hurra!
"Gadsmash!" says aw, "X Y's the steed,
He bangs them a' for pith an' speed,
We never see'd the like, man." Next, to the tents we hied, to get
Some stuffing for wor bags, man;
Wi' flesh we fairly pang'd wor hides
Smoked nowse but patent shag, man.
Wi rum and brandy soak'd each chop,
We'd Jackey an' fine ginger pop
We gat what made us winkin' blin'
When drunky aw began to sing
"Od smash! X Y, that bonnie steed,
Thou bangs them a' for pith an' speed,
We never see'd his like, man." Next up amang the shows we gat,
Where folks a' stood i' flocks, man,
To see a chep play Bob and Joan
Upon a wooden box, man;
While bairns an' music filled the stage,
An' some, by gox! were grim wi' age;
When next aud Grin a powney browt,
Could tell at yence what people thowt!
"Od smash!" says aw, "if he's the breed
Of X Y Z, that bonny steed,
Thou niver see'd his like, man." But haud! when we cam to the toon,
What thinks thou we saw there, man?;
We saw a Blackie, puffin', swettin',
Suckin' in fresh air, man;
They said that he could fell an ox
His name was fightin' Molinox;
But ere he fit another roond,
His marrow fell'd him to the groound.
"Od smash!" saysaw, "if thou's sic
As X Y Z that bonny steed, breed
Thou niver see'd his like, man." Next, board a steamer-boat we gat,
A laddie rang a bell, man;
We hadn't sittin' varry lang
Till byeth asleep we fell, man,
But the noise seun myed poor Jimmy start
He thowt ' twas time to gan to wark,
For pick an' hoggers roar'd oot he,
An' myed sic noise it waken'd me.
"Od smash." says aw, "X Y 's the steed,
He bangs them a' for pith an' speed,
Aw niver see'd his like, man." When landed, straight off hyem aw gans
An' thunners at the door man;
The bairns lap ower the bed wi' fright,
Fell smack upon the floor, man;
But to gaur the wifey haud her tongue,
Showed her the kelter aw had won;
She wiv a cinder brunt her toes,
An' little Jacob broke his nose
The brass aw've getten at the race
Will buy a patch for Jacob's face
So noo maw sang is duin, man.
for tune see forthcoming abc file
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