'Twas on the ninth of June,
Eighteen hundred and sixty two
on a summer's afternoon,
Aa tyuk the bus fra Balm-bra's and she was heavy laden,
Away we went along Collingwood Street
that's on the road to Blaydon.
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Oh! me lads, ye shud a'seen us gannin,
Passin the folks upon the road
Just as they were stannin.
Thor wis lots o' lads and lasses there
All wi smiling faces Gannin' along the Scotswood Road
To see the Blaydon Races.
We flew past Armstrong's factory
And up to Robin Adair
Just gannin' doon to the railway bridge
The bus wheel flew off there.
The lasses lost their crinolines
And the veils that hid their faces.
I got two black eyes and a broken nose
In gannin' to Blaydon Races.
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When we got the wheel put on
Away we went again,
But them that had their noses broke
They went back home again.
Some went to the dispensary
And some to Doctor Gibbs'
And some to the Infirmary
To mend their broken ribs.
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Noo when we got to Paradise
There was a bonny game begun There was four and twenty on the bus
Man, how they danced and sung.
They called on me to sing a song
I sung them Paddy Fagan,
I danced a jig and swung me twig
The day we went to Blaydon.
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We flew across the Chain Bridge
Reet into Blaydon toon.
The bellman he was caaling there,
They caal him Jacky Broon.
I saw him talking to some chaps
And them he was persuading
To see George Ridley's concert at
the Mechanics Hall at Blaydon.
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The rain it poured all day
And made the ground quite muddy
Coffy John had a white hat on
They were shootin "Who stole the cuddy"
There were spice stalls and monkey
shows,
And the old wives selling ciders,
And a chap wi a Happenny Roondaboot
Shootin "Noo me lads for riders".
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