The jailor, for trial, had brought up a thief 23 Ho’way and aw’ll sing thee a tune, mun 25 Odd smash! ’tis hard aw can’t rub dust off 27 Come marrows, we’ve happen’d to meet now 29 Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet 31 Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows 33 Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ our island rebellows 34 As me and my marrow was ganning to wark 35 If I had another penny 36 The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie _ib._ Hae ye heard o’ these wond’rous dons 37 The Baff week is o’er--no repining-- 38 On each market day, Sir, the folks on the Quay, Sir 43 Lads! myek a ring 45 I was a young maiden truly 48 My muse took flight the other day 49 When war’s destructive rage did cease 53 Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream 56 Attend to my summons, ye _British_ Electors 57 To sing some nymph in her cot 58 When cooling zephyrs wanton play 59 Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow 60 Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell 61 Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear 62 Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney 63 On Rhenish, Medeira, Port, Cleret and Sherry 66 Ye sons of Parnassus, whose brains are inspir’d 67 Who’s he that with great Mercury strides 68 Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion 70 Great was the consternation, amazement and dismay, Sir 73 The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose 77 As Neddy and Betty were walking along 79 Now fill a bumper to the brim 81 I’m lonesome since I left Blyth camps 84 We march’d from the camps with our hearts full of woe 85 Come fill a bumper to the brim 86 Come cheer up my hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne 87 What pleasure oft ’tis to reveal 88 Ha’ ye been at Newcastle fair 89 Tho lofty bards sublimer sing 91 When Royal Ge--e on new year’s day 94