THE BLAYDON RACES

I went to Blaydon Races, 'twas on the ninth of June,
Eighteen hundred an' sixty-two on a summer's efternoon.
I tyuk the bus fra Balmbra's an' she was heavy laden.
Away we went along Collingwood street that's on the road to Blaydon.
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Oh! lads ye shud of seen us gannin',
We pass'd the foaks along the road just as they wor stannin';
Thor wes lots o' lads and lasses there, all wi' smiling faces,
Gawn alang the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.

We flew past Armstrong's factory and up to the 'Robin Adair'
Just gannin doon te the railway bridge the bus wheel flew off there.
The lassies lost their crinolines off, an' the veils that hide their faces
An' aw got two black eyes an' a broken nose in gan te Blaydon Races.
Chorus
Oh! lads ye shud of seen us gannin',
We pass'd the foaks along the road just as they wor stannin';
Thor wes lots o' lads and lasses there, all wi' smiling faces,
Gawn alang the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.

When we gat the wheel put on, away we went agyen,
But them that had their noses broke they cam back ower hyem;
Sum went to the dispensary an' uthers to Dr. Gibbs
An' sum sought out the Infirmary to mend their broken ribs.
Chorus
Oh! lads ye shud of seen us gannin',
We pass'd the foaks along the road just as they wor stannin';
Thor wes lots o' lads and lasses there, all wi' smiling faces,
Gawn alang the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.

Now when we got to Paradise thor wes bonny gam begun;
There were fower-and-twenty on the 'bus, man, hoo they danced and sung;
They called on me to sing a sang, I sung them 'Paddy Fagan",
Aw danced a jig an' swung me twig the day I went to Blaydon.
Chorus
Oh! lads ye shud of seen us gannin',
We pass'd the foaks along the road just as they wor stannin';
Thor wes lots o' lads and lasses there, all wi' smiling faces,
Gawn alang the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.

We flew across the Chain Bridge reet into Blaydon toon
The bellmen he was callin' there they called him Jackey Brown;
Aw saw him talkin' to sum cheps, an' them he was persuadin'
To gan an' see Geordy Ridley's show in the Mechanics Hall at Blaydon.
Chorus:
Oh! lads ye shud of seen us gannin',
We pass'd the foaks along the road just as they wor stannin';
Thor wes lots o' lads and lasses there, all wi' smiling faces,
Gawn alang the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.

The rain it poor'd all the day, an' myed the groons quite muddy
'Coffy Johnny' had a white hat on-they war shootin' "Whe stole the cuddy"
There wes spice stalls an' munkey shows, and an' aud wives sellin ciders,
An' a chep wvi' a hapenny roond aboot shootin' "Now, me boys, for riders."
Chorus:
Oh! lads ye shud of seen us gannin',
We pass'd the foaks along the road just as they wor stannin';
Thor wes lots o' lads and lasses there, all wi' smiling faces,
Gawn alang the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.

(George Ridley, 1862)