Blaydon Racesby George Ridley About
Aw went to Blaydon Races, 'twas on the ninth of Joon,
Eiteen hundred an' sixtytwo on a summer's efternoon .
Aw took the 'bus to Balmbra's, an' she wis heavy laden,
Away we alang Collingwood Street that's on the way to Blaydon.
Ah me lads, y' shud a' seen us gannin' .
Passin' the foaks along the road, just as they wor stannin',
Thor wes lots o' lads an' lasses there, all wi' smilin' faces,
Gannin' alang the Scots-wood Road, to see the Blaydon Races.
We flew past Airmstrong's factory, and up to the Robin Adair,
Just gannin'doon te the railway bridge, the 'bus wheel flew off there.
The lasses lost their crinolines, an' the veils that hide their faces,
An' aw got two black ees an' a broken nose gannin te Blaydon Races.
When we got the wheel put on away we went ageyen,
But them that had their noses broke they went back ower haem;
Some went to the dispensary and some to Doctor Gibbs's,
An' sum to the informery to mend their broken ribses.
Noo when we got to Paradise the' was bonny gam begun;
Thor was fower-an'-twenty on the bus', man, hoo they danced an' sung;
They called on me to sing a sang, aw sung them ‘Paddy Fagan',
Aw danced a jig an' swung mi twig, that day aw went to Blaydon.
We flew across the Chain Bridge reet into Blaydon toon,
The bellman he was callin' there, they call him Jackie Broon;
Aw saw 'im talking to sum cheps, an' them he was pursuadin'
To gan an' see Geordy Ridley's show, in the Mechanics' Hall at Blaydon.