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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.


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.
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."