30 Jul 00 - 01:48 PM (#267946)
Subject: A New Song for Barge Day 1835
From: *Conrad Bladey Peasant-Inactive
A New Song for Barge-Day 1835
Sung on board of the Steward's Steam-boat. It well may grieve one's heart full sore,
To be in such a movement--
Upon the river, as on shore,
the rage is all improvement:
Once blithe as grigs, our merriment
Is chang'd to meditation,
How we these ills may circumvent--
O what a Corporation! The Quayside always was too big,
As scullers have attested;
Tant ships, that come with rampant rig.
Against its sides are rested.
Still to extend it in a tift,
They're making preparation,
And Sandgage-midden is to shift--
O what a Corporation! At Tyne-main once there was a caunch,
And famous sport was found there;
So long it sttod--so high and staunch--
All vessels took the ground there;
But somehow, it has crept away,
By flood or excavtion,
And time there you need not delay--
O what a Corporation! They thnk to move Bill-point--a spot
So lovely and romantic--
Which has sent many ships to pot,
And set some seamen frantic;
Then many a gowk will run to see,
And stare with admiration,
From Snowdon's Hole to Wincomlee--
O what a Corporation! How silent once was Wallsend-shore--
Its dulness was a wonder;
Now, from the staiths, full waggons pour
Their coals like distant thunder;
To have restor'd its wonted peace,
In vain our supplication,--
The trade, they say, it will increase--
O what a Corporaton! Where Tynemouth-bar, I understand,
A rock from side to side is,
How well would look a bank of sand,
Not higher than the tide is;
But this, it seems, is not to be--
In spite of my oration,
The Tyne is still to join the Sea--
O what a Corporation! O would the Tyne but cease to flow,
Or, like a small burn bubble,
There would not be a barge-day now,
Nor we have all this trouble;
But here, alas! we sailing roam
About its conservation,
Instead of sleeping safe at home--
O what a Corporation The Moral As patriots in public cause,
We neveer once have swerv'd yet,
And if we have not gain'd applause,
We know we've well deserv'd it:
Who thinks we care for feasting, he
Must be a stupid noddy--
We're like the Herbage-committee,
An ill-requited body. Robert Gilchrist -In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.
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