Wp/nth/Blaydon Races

Thi Blaydon Races is a Northumbrian foak sang frae thi 19t eerhundred. It is aiblins thi myest fyemous Northumbrian foak sang, an is offins thowt on as thi unofficial anthem o North East Inglan, or whiles mair specifically as thi anthem o Tyneside.

Lyrics
Thi sang is myestly written i thi Geordie dialect o Northumbrian win a bittie influence frev Inglish, sic as two for twee, bridge for brig an eyes for een.


 * A went ti Blaydon Races, 'twas on thi ninth o Joon,
 * Eiteen hundred an sixty-two, on a summer's efterneun
 * A teuk thi bus frae Balmbra's, an she wis heavy laden,
 * Away we went 'lang Collinwood Street, that's on thi road ti Blaydon.


 * Owerword:


 * Ah me lads, ye shudda seen us gannin,
 * We pass'd thi foaks alang thi road just as they wor stannin;
 * Thor wis lots o lads an lassies theor, aall wi smilin faces,
 * Gannin alang thi Scotswood Road, ti see thi Blaydon Races.


 * We flew past Airmstrang's factory, an up ti thi "Robin Adair",
 * Just gannin doon ti thi railway bridge, thi 'bus wheel flew off theor.
 * Thi lassies lost their crinolines off, an thi veils that hide their faces,
 * An A got two black eyes an a broken nose gannin ti Blaydon Races.

(owerword)


 * When we gat thi wheel put on away we went agyen,
 * But them that had their noses broke they cam back ower hyem;
 * Sum went ti thi Dispensary an uthers ti Doctor Gibbs,
 * An sum sowt oot the Infirmary ti mend their broken ribs.

(chorus)


 * Noo when we gat ti Paradise thor wes bonny gam begun;
 * Thor was fower-an-twenty on thi 'bus, man, hoo they danced an sung;
 * They caalled on me ti sing a sang, A sung them "Paddy Fagan",
 * A danced a jig an swung my twig that day A went ti Blaydon.

(owerword)


 * We flew across thi Chain Bridge reet inti Blaydon toon,
 * Thi bellman he was caallin theor, they caall him Jackie Broon;
 * A saa him taakin ti sum cheps, an them he was pursuadin
 * Ti gan an see Geordy Ridley's concert in thi Mechanics' Haall at Blaydon.

(owerword)


 * Thi rain it poor'd aall thi day an mayed thi groons quite muddy,
 * Coffy Johnny had a white hat on – they war shootin "Whee stole thi cuddy."
 * Theor wis spice staalls an munkey shows an aad wives sellin ciders,
 * An a chep wiv a hapenny roond aboot, shootin "Noo, me lads, for riders."

(owerword)