Thi Blaydon Races is a Northumbrian foak sang. The sang wes written i the 19th century bi Geordie Ridley an hes becum the myest weel-knawn foak sang frae the region. The sang is thowt ov as the unofficial regional anthem o Tyneside, but hes been used as an unofficial anthem for the Historic Coonties o Northumberland an Durham an aa - bi byeth the Coonty Cricket Teams an the twe Coonty Regiments (Durham Leet Infantry an Northumberland Fussiliers). Nooadays, it is myest offins used bi supporters o Newcastle United.
The sang is written i the Geordie dialect o Northumbrian wiv a smaa amoont ov influence frae Standard Inglish, sic as two for twe, bridge for brig an eyes for een; an the loss o the Northren Subject Rule.
- Ah me lads, ye shud hae seen us gannin,
- We pass'd the foaks alang the road just as they wor stannin;
- Thor wes lots o lads an lassies there, aal wi smilin faces,
- Gannin alang the Scotswood Road, te see the Blaydon Races.
- We flew past Airmstrang's factory, an up te the "Robin Adair",
- Just gannin doon te the railway bridge, the 'bus wheel flew off there.
- The lassies lost their crinolines off, an the veils that hide their faces,
- An aw got two black eyes an a broken nose gannin te Blaydon Races.
- When we gat the wheel put on away we went agyen,
- But them that hed their noses brok they cam back ower hyem;
- Sum went te the Dispensary an uthers te Doctor Gibbs,
- An sum sowt oot the Informary te mend their broken ribs.
- Noo when we gat te Paradise thor wes bonny gam begun;
- Thor wes fower-an-twenty on the 'bus, man, hoo they danced an sung;
- They caaled on me te sing a sang, aw sung them "Paddy Fagan",
- Aw danced a jig an swung maw twig that day aw went te Blaydon.
- We flew across the Chain Bridge reet inte Blaydon toon,
- The bellman he wes caalin there, they caal him Jackie Broon;
- Aw saw him tawkin te sum cheps, an them he wes pursuadin
- Te gan an see Geordy Ridley's concert in the Mechanics' Haal at Blaydon.
- The rain it poor'd aal the day an myed the groons quite muddy,
- Coffy Johnny hed a white hat on – they war shootin "Whe stole the cuddy."
- There wes spice staals an munkey shows an aud wives sellin ciders,
- An a chep wiv a hawpenny roond aboot, shootin "Noo, me lads, for riders."