Rhymes of Northern Bards: Being a Curious Collection of Old and New Songs and Poems, Peculiar to the Counties of Newcastle upon Tyne, Northumberland, and Durham
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Rhymes of Northern Bards: Being a Curious Collection of Old and New Songs and Poems, Peculiar to the Counties of Newcastle upon Tyne, Northumberland, and Durham
They tell us, my friend, there’s coal at Walls-End,
Can scarcely meet with a marrow;
But let them come here, we’ll make it appear,
Coals were not then wrought at Jarrow.
There is Heaton Main, and Walker by name,
Known to most near and far, O;
I this will maintain in language that’s plain,
There’s none that surpasseth Jarrow;
Above the Tyne Bridge, its often been said,
Few with these can compare, O;
A good dog was Brag--but hold fast, my lad--
Nothing they knew then of Jarrow!
To Temple and King, great wealth may they bring,
From home consumption, or far, O;
May success attend, wherever they send
Their coals, the produce of Jarrow.
May overmen all, with great and the small,
Ne’er have occasion to sorrow!
May heart, hand, and head, procure them bread,
For wives and children at Jarrow!
Call another bowl to enliven our soul,
Temple we’ll drink and his marrow;
Three cheers we will give, cry, Long may they live!
The prosp’rous owners of Jarrow.
Call another bowl, &c.
_East Rainton._
L----
THE PEACOCK AND THE HEN.
All the night over and over,
And all the night over again--
All the night over and over,
The peacock follows the hen.
A hen’s a hungry dish,
A goose is hollow within;
There’s no deceit in a pudding;
A pye’s a dainty thing.
THE TYNE, _A FRAGMENT_.
BY J.L.
O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen,
Meand’ring sweet thy lucid stream--
Thy banks are woody, fertile, green,
Enliven’d by the solar beam.
Thy sons are healthy, blooming, strong,
Thy daughters lovely as the spring;
They joyful trip the meads along,
Such joys doth sweet industry bring.
Adieu, sweet Tyne--a long adieu,
I now must leave thee far behind;
Yet tho’ secluded from my view,
Thoul’t dwell for ever in my mind.
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As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate 5
Whe’s like my Johnny _ib._
My bonny keel laddie, my canny keel laddie 7
’Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow 8
Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny 9
Fresh I’m cum fra Sandgate Street 10
Roll on thy way, thrice happy Tyne 11
Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring 12
Like wolves of the forest, ferocious and keen 14
When unprovok’d, when foreign foes 15
John Diggons be I, from a Country Town 16
In a battle, you know, we Britons are strong 18
Turks, Infidels, Pagans, Jews, Christians and Tartars 19
When Fame brought the news of Great Britain’s success 21
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