User:Stelio/Tyneside Songs

To do: confirm spellings in physically published writing (given internal inconsistencies in lyrics quoted below; e.g. niver and nivver).


 * Come, Geordie, the ,
 * Aw's sure not stop ;
 * Aw'd the jewel me ,
 * But really aw's not.
 * Thor's floor coals to get,
 * The 's not half ,
 * Sae - the bairn for ,
 * Thou's often for fun.


 * Then Geordie held the bairn,
 * But  his will;
 * The poor thing  good,
 * But Geordie had skill;
 * He its Muther's ways,
 * He sat stiff  numb;
 * Afore five minutes was ,
 * He its Muther.


 * His wife had gyen,
 * The bairn began to ,
 * With up an'
 * He  let it fall.
 * It wad ha'd its ,
 * Tho' some  he'd hum -
 * "Jack and Jill went up the hill" -
 * "Aw wish thy Muther wad cum."


 * What weary toil said he
 * This   be;
 * A bit well enough,
 * Aye, quite for me.
 * To  bairn,
 * It may be grand to some;
 * A day's 's not as bad -
 * "Aw wish thy Muther wad cum.


 * "Men seldom give a
 * To what their wives endure;
 * Aw thowt she'd to
 * But clean the, aw's sure,
 * Or my dinner an' tea -
 * (It's to  its thumb;
 * The Poor thing wants its tit) -
 * "Aw wish thy Muther wad cum."


 * What a selfish world this is!
 * There's nowt sae than Man;
 * He at Wimmin's ,
 * An'   his  -
 * (It's startin' to cry -
 * Aw see  it's gum;)
 * Maw bit pet, O    -
 * "Aw wish thy Muther wad cum."


 * But kindness a vast -
 * It's nee use  -
 * It'll please the bairn,
 * Or ease a mind.
 * At last it's gyen to sleep,
 * The Wife'll not say aw's numb -
 * She'll think aw's a real good nurse -
 * But - "Aw wish thy Muther wad cum."


 * As I came Sandgate,
 * Thro' Sandgate, thro' Sandgate,
 * As I came thro' Sandgate,
 * I heard a sing:
 * 'O, may the  row,
 * The keel row, the keel row,
 * O weel may the keel row
 * That my 's in.'


 * 'He wears a ,
 * Blue bonnet, blue bonnet,
 * He wears a blue bonnet
 * A dimple in his chin.
 * And weel may the keel row,
 * The keel row, the keel row,
 * And weel may the keel row
 * That my laddie's in.'

The New Keel Row

 * 'O like my Johnnie,
 * , sae blithe, sae ?
 * He's foremost the
 * Keel lads o' coaly Tyne;


 * He'll set or row sae tightly
 * Or, in the dance sae sprightly,
 * He'll cut and shuffle slightly,
 * 'Tis true, were he mine.'