This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 Excerpt: ... the laddie, 'o' Beein' the deil?' For Nanny at this time at getten aboard--So they thowt he was comin'--they ea'd on the Lord. Fal de ral laddie, &c. Nan went aboot howkin' for skins, beef, or bread--She went to the huddock an' popp'd doon her head, An' findin' them chew what she thowt was her share, Stretched her neek and jaws wide, then gov a greet blair. Fal de ral laddie, &c. The bullies ken'd nowt how lad Spurits to lay, So they thowt the best plan was to kneel doon an' pray, So the Skipper roar'd oot iv a terrible sweat--"Oor Feyther, 'charts in Heven! is the begger gyen yet?" Fal de ral laddie, &c. The prayer wadn't de, so they started to bubble, 'Twas a' they could say i' the 'midst ov their trouble J So they fell on their feyces an' hadn't the breeth, Expecting the deevil wad scrush them to deeth. Fal de ral laddie, &c. Says the pee-dee, 'Be gox, aw's hae nowt for to fear, Aw niver steels turnups--aw'll see if aw's clear I' When the lad seed the Nanny, the gam was afloat, For the deevil they feared was a poor Nanny Goat. Fal de ral laddie, &c. CANNY NEWGASSEL. BY THOMAS THOMPSON. Baring the Forty Tears that have expired since this Song was written Newcastle has been completely altered in appearance. The effusion is, however, still worthy ol a place in a collection of Local Songs. 'Bout Lunnun aw'd heerd ay sec wonderful spokes, That the streets were a' cover'd wi' guineas; The house sae fine, an' sec grandees the folks, To them in the North were but minnies. But aw fend mawsel blonk'd when to Lnnnun aw gat, The folks they a' luck'd wishy washy; For gowld ye may howk till ye're blind as a bat, For their streets are like wors--brave and flashy! Chorus. 'Bout Lunnun then divent ye myek sic a rout, There's nowse there maw...
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