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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 — John Shaqi

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

Ballads, English -- England, Northern -- Texts; England, Northern -- Poetry

Their hash was sattled,
        So off we rattled,
    An’ jigg’d it up se hearty-o?
        Wi’ monny a shiver,
        An’ lowp se clever,
    Can Newcassel turn out sec a party-o?
  When, wheit dyun ower, the fidlers went,
    We stagger’d a hint see merry-o:
  An’ thro’ wour town, till fairly spent,
    Roar’d--Crowley’s Crew an’ Glory-o!




THE SANDGATE GIRL’s LAMENTATION.


  I was a young maiden truly,
    And lived in Sandgate street;
  I thought to marry a good-man,
    To keep me warm at neit.
      Some good-like body, some bonny body,
        To be with me at noon;
      But last I married a keelman,
        And my good days are done.

  I thought to marry a parson,
    To hear me say my prayers;
  But I have married a keelman,
    And he kicks me down the stairs.
      He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,
        An ill-far’d, ugly loon;
      And I have married a keelman,
        And my good days are done.

  I thought to marry a dyer,
    To die my apron blue;
  But I have married a keelman,
    And he makes me sorely rue.
      He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,
        An ill-far’d, ugly loon;
      And I have married a keelman,
        And my good days are done.

  I thought to marry a joiner,
    To make me chair and stool;
  But I have married a keelman,
    And he’s a perfect fool.
      He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,
        An ill-far’d, ugly loon;
      And I have married a keelman,
        And my good days are done.

  I thought to marry a sailor,
    To bring me sugar and tea;
  But I have married a keelman,
    And that he lets me see.
      He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,
        An ill-far’d, ugly loon;
      And I have married a keelman,
        And my good days are done.




_A curious Description of the City of Sandgate_, Wrote some Years ago.


  My muse took flight the other day,
  And rambling carelessly, astray;
  I set my thoughts a wand’ring too,
  The fleeting rover to pursue.
  Yet as she has an itching still,
  To mount the great Parnassus hill,
  I straightway thither did repair,
  But found she never had been there;
  That being too divine a place,
  For her to chant unhallow’d lays;
  When turning quick my eye around
  On Tindale’s shore, the wand’rer found,
  Where she was taking a survey,
  Of all that in her compass lay;
  A medley of such objects rose,
  Which pen but faintly can disclose;
  But being in a merry pin,
  And to describe them did begin:--

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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

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