There’s Denton and Kenton, A you, hinny burd; And canny Lang Benton, A you a. There’s Tynemouth and Cullercoats, A you, hinny burd; And Shields for the sculler boats, A you a. There’s Horton and Holywell, A you, hinny burd; And bonny Seaton Delaval, A you a. Hartley Pans for sailors, A you, hinny burd; And Bedlington for nailors, A you a. UP THE RAW. Up the raw, ma bonny hinny, Up the raw, lass, every day; For shape and colour, ma bonny hinny, Thou bangs thy mother, ma canny bairn. Up the raw, ma bonny hinny, Thou BANGS THEM A’, lass every day; Thou’s a’ _clagcanded_, ma bonny hinny, Thou’s double _japanded_, ma canny bairn. For hide and hue, ma bonny hinny, Thou bangs the crew, my canny bairn; Up the raw, ma bonny hinny, Thou bangs them a’, lass, ma canny bairn. BROOM BUSOMS. Besoms, so pronounced. If ye want a busom, For to sweep your house; Come to me, my lasses, Ye ma ha’ your choose. Buy broom busoms, Buy them when they’re new; Buy broom busoms, Better never grew. If I had a horse, I would have a cart; If I had a wife, She would take my part. Buy broom busoms, &c. Had I but a wife, I care not who she be; If she be a woman, That’s enough for me. Buy broom busoms, &c. If she lik’d a drop, Her and I’d agree; If she did not like it, There’s the more for me. Buy broom busoms, &c. _To the foregoing Verses, BLIND WILLY (the native Minstrel of Newcastle) has added the following simple Rhymes:--_ Up the Butcher Bank, And down Byker Chare; There you’ll see the lasses, Selling brown ware. Buy broom busoms, &c. Along the Quayside, Stop at Russell’s Entry; There you’ll see the beer drawer, She is standing sentry. Buy broom busoms, &c. If you want an oyster, For to taste your mouth, Call at Handy Walker’s, He’s a bonny youth. Buy broom busoms, &c. Call at Mr Loggie’s, He does sell good wine; There you’ll see the beer drawer, She is very fine. Buy broom busoms, &c. If you want an orange, Ripe and full of juice; Gan to Hannah Black, There you’ll get your choose. Buy broom busoms, &c. Call at Mr Turner’s, At the Queen’s Head; He’ll not set you away, Without a piece bread. Buy broom busoms, &c. Down the river side, As far as Dent’s Hole; There you’ll see the cuckolds, Working at the coal. Buy broom busoms, &c. THE WAGGONER. Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad, Gang down the waggon way? His pocket full of money, And his poke full of hay. Aye but he’s a bonny lad, As ever ye did see; Tho’ he’s sair pock brocken, And he’s blind of an e’e.