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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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."