Part 59 (1/2)

At length the day began to clear, The sun peep'd through the dew, man, When lo! awd-fas.h.i.+on'd Jarrow Kirk Stood fair within their view, man.

They laugh'd and crack'd about the joke Which lately gar'd them quake, man: They lay, instead of Spain or France, Quite snug at Jarrow Slake, man.

Fal, lal, &c.

May wealth and commerce still increase, And bless our native isle, man, And make each thriving family In happiness to smile, man.

May vict'ry round Britannia's brow Her laurels still entwine, man, The coal-trade flourish more and more Upon the dingy Tyne, man.

Fal, lal, &c.

NEWCASTLE BEER versus SPAW WATER;

_Or, The Pitman and Temperance Society_.

BY R. EMERY.

Tune--”Mr. Frost.”

As Cousin Jack and I, last pay-day, cam to toon, We gat to ROBIN HOOD'S, wor worldly cares to droon-- And there we spent the day--their yell's byeth cheap and strang-- It's reet to soak yen's clay--hang them that thinks it wrang.

Romti bomti bom, &c.

In stagg'rin' hyem at neet, an' bent upon a spree, A broad-brim'd chep cam up, and seem'd to talk quite free;-- He said, to drink small beer or brandy was a curse, It stole away wor brains, an' drain'd each poor man's purse.

Romti bomti bom, &c.

He talk'd 'bout TEMP'RANCE CLUBS, that now are a' the go, And said, if we wad join, we'd ne'er ken want or woe.

We quickly gav consent, wor Friend then led the way, Reet up to Wilkie's went, amang his cronies gay.

Romti bomti bom, &c.

There some wer fair and fat, some nowt but skin and byen, And at a tyebble sat a man near twenty styen-- He roar'd out for some drink, which very suen was browt, And said, My lads, fall tee, and fill yor bags for nowt.

Romti bomti bom, &c.

Aw tried, but smash a drop wad down me weasen gan, But Broad-brim said, quite slee, Come, drink, friend, if thou can 'Twill purge the body clean, and make ye wond'rous wise, And, efter ye are deed, ye'll mount abuen the skies.

Romti bomti, &c.

Suen efter this grand speech aw quietly toddled hyem, And cramm'd some o' their drink into wor canny dyem; But scarcely had she drunk this liquor so divine, Till she began to bowk, and sair her jaws did twine.

Romti bomti, &c.

A Doctor suen was brought frae canny Benwell toon, While Peggy, maw poor la.s.s, was work'd byeth up an' doon; He fund, when he did tyest, this queer, mischievous stuff, To be Spaw Water pure, so Peg was safe eneugh.

Romti bomti bom, &c.

When aw gan back to toon, aw'll tell them what aw think-- Aw'll warn wor neighbours round 'gyen their outlandish drink: Let Quakers gan to Heav'n, an' fill their kites wi' Spaw, Give me Newca.s.sel Beer, content aw'll stay belaw.

Romti bomti bom, &c.