Next you do see, from street of tripee, De Goatside boys, for huzza ripee; Vith all de lads dat make de pipee. Doodle, doodle, doo. And next you do behold, so stirring, Like horned cattle in de murrain, Dose jolly blades dat speak so burring. Doodle, doodle, doo. Dese be good freemen, as dey’re called; ’Tis not for nothing dey have bauled; Huzza! till to de poll dey’re hauled! Doodle, doodle, doo. Stand fast--have care--see from de denny, Come, elbow forth, de gentlemeny, Vith all de brains--if dey have any. Doodle, doodle, doo. Now den, now den, de bright candidates, Up top hustings, hope and fear deir fates: Whilst all de congstables surround de gates. Doodle, doodle, doo. Ay now de mountain be in labour; Blo, blo de fifee, sound de tabre; Flash, flash de brade sword and de sabre. Doodle, doodle, doo. For _toute le Monde_ vill see, no doubtee, Dat someting, noting, vill come outee, To make de people glore aboutee. Doodle, doodle, doo. If dat brave Monsieur _Bowes_[15] be chosen, De legs vill dance by score, by dozen, And all de grande vill call him couzen. Doodle, doodle, doo. Den come again, sweet childs, to-morrow, Me show you ten hundred joy--no sorrow; But bring de sixpence, if you borrow. Doodle, doodle, doo. [15] Andrew Robinson Bowes, who gained his election, (1780) though unsuccessful in the contest on the death of Sir Walter Blackett in 1777. This person came to Newcastle as ensign in the 30th regiment of foot, quartered in that town; shortly after he married the only daughter of William Newton, Esq. a lady of fortune; after her death he married (1777) the Countess of Strathmore, from whom he was divorced for cruelty, in 1785. He served the office of Sheriff of Northumberland, 1780; and died in the King’s Bench, 16th January, 1810. BARBER’s NEWS: OR, _Shields in an Uproar!!!_ A New Song. Tune--“_O the golden Days of good Queen Bess._” Great was the consternation, amazement, and dismay, Sir, Which, both in _North_ and _South Shields_, prevail’d the other day, Sir; Quite panic-struck the natives were, when told by the barber, That a terrible _Sea Monster_ had got into the harbour. “Have you heard the news Sir?” What news, pray master barber? “Oh a terrible _sea monster_ has got into the harbour!” Now each honest man in _Shields_--I mean both North and South, Sir, Delighting in occasions to expand their eyes and mouth, Sir: And fond of seeing marv’lous sights, ne’er stay’d to get his beard off; But ran to view the monster, its arrival, when he heard of. Oh! who could think of shaving when inform’d by the barber, That a terrible _Sea Monster_ had got into the harbour.