30 Jul 00 - 01:40 PM (#267931)
Subject: The Election Day
From: *Conrad Bladey Peasant-Inactive
The Election Day
Tune- There's nae Luck about the House Ye Freemen all, with heart and voice
Your banners wide display--
Bring Hodgson forth, your man of choice,
Upon th' Election-day. Then fill your glasses, drink yoiur fill,
Drink deeply while yoiu may--
With right good-will, we'll drink and swill
Upon th' Election-day. But politics are not the stuff
That we care much about--
Nor care, so we get drink enough,
Who's in, or who is out. Then fill your glasses, drink yoiurfill--
Fill nad drink away,
And ev'ry one enjoy the fun
Upon th' Election-day. Brave Vulcan is our leader bold,
The pride of all good fellows--
He swears the iron shall ne'er grow cold,
While he can blow the bellows, Then fill your glasses, what's the toast,
To drive dull cafre away?-
'May ev'ry man be at his post
Upon th' Election-day.' The landlord next appears in view,
Our second in command,
Encouraging the jovial crew
To drink while they can stand. Then charge your glasses, noble souls,
The toast without delay--
'May thirsty sculs have flowing bolws
Upon th' Election-day'. The Hodgson's name aloud proclaim
Victoriously that day;
While he, in honour of his fame,
Will all expences pay. Then fill your glasses, What's the Toast?
Fill and drink away--
'May ev'ry man drink all he can
Upon th' Election-day. -W.Watson -In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.
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