Chapter XI: Part III: March 6th, 1811 (3)
The Crosses too, they’ve taken down,[85]
Tho’ built the other day;
They too, I fancy, did impede,
The great folks in their way.
And next their nostrils delicate,
Can’t bear the smell of meat;
And straight the Butcher’s shops and stalls,[86]
Fly quickly from the street.
Their foolish pride there’s nought can stop,
Improvement’s _all the go_;
Unseemly’s every thing that’s old,
So all that’s old’s laid low.
Each relique of their sires is gone,
Or got a modern face on:
The poor old Castle,[87]--Gotham’s pride,
A modern cap they place on.
The Bridge is widen’d,[88] the Quay enlarg’d,[89]
The old Moothall laid low;[90]
And other Court’s,[91] like all their works,
They’ve built here all for show.
Show, show’s the word in Gotham now,
And ev’ry thing that’s new;
From th’ Infirmary,[92] to th’ Children’s School,[93]
A palace is to view.
The Westgate boasts its palace now,[94]
On the Moor another’s seen;[95]
And (to please the nabobs of the east)
A Bridge has Pandon Dean:[96]
To see their Church, see they’ve pull’d down,
Many a good and bad house;[97]
There’s one thing more, howe’er, they want,
And that’s a spacious _Mad House_!
For, when these alterations end,
To tell I’ve not the pow’r;
E’en now their quarreling about,
Th’ improvement of the moor[98]
Yet like the Roman, who for want
Of worlds--from war refrain’d;
Gotham’s changes and improvements,
Will with th’ world’s limits end.
[80] Exchange steeple taken down, and the Exchange new fronted, 1794.
[81] Dean Street and Mosley Street formed 1789, Blackett Street, Albion Street and Albion Place, Collingwood Street, 1809-10, _Forth Street, Orchard Street, Castle Street, &c. &c. 1811-12_.
[82] Names of the streets first painted against the walls of each end of the Streets, 1786.
[83] The pants in Pilgrim Street removed, 1(Transcriber’s Note: the rest of the digits of the year are missing from the original printing.).
[84] A new act proposed for lighting the suburbs, 1811-12.
[85] Scale de Cross and White Cross taken down, 1807.
[86] Butcher Market removed, 1807.
[87] New battlements placed on the Castle, 1812.
[88] Bridge widened.
[89] The Quay enlarged opposite to the Exchange, 1811.
[90] The Moot Hall pulled down, 1809.
[91] New County Courts erected, 1811-12.
[92] Infirmary enlarged, 1806.
[93] Jubilee School built, 1810-11.
[94] Carpenter’s Meeting House built at the Westgate, 1811-12.
[95] Grand Stand built, 1800.
[96] Bridge built over Pandon Dean, 1811-12.
[97] Buildings in front of St Nicholas church pulled down, 1810-11.
[98] The improvement of the Moor proposed, 1811-12.
Some Years ago, while the band of musicians belonging to the Newcastle Armed Association were practising in one of the apartments of the Town’s Court, some person stole the Sheriff’s gown, which gave rise to the following verses:--
’Tis said that in the good old times
One _Orpheus_ liv’d, a man of rhymes,
And famous on the lyre:
Whene’er the poet sung, the trees
Rush’d from the mountains to the seas,
Or jumpt into the fire.
But mark what wonders fill our land,
When late th’ _Association-band_
In this illustrious town,
(For more than ancient fame renown’d)
Display’d their magic pow’rs of sound,
Off mov’d--_the Sheriff’s gown_!!!
THE ANTIGALLICAN PRIVATEER.
The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d,
On board of her with speed we’ll hie;
She’ll soon be fit to sail away;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, haste away,
To the Antigallican haste away.
For gold we’ll sail the ocean o’er,
From Britain’s isle to the French shore;
No ships from us shall run away;--
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
The Spaniards too, those cunning knaves,
We’ll take their ships and make them slaves;
Till war’s declar’d we’ll never stay;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
If we should meet with a galloon,
Our own we’ll make her very soon;
Then drums shall beat and music play--
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
Our country calls us all to arms,
To keep us safe from French alarms;
Then let us all her voice obey,
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
When we are rich, then home we’ll steer,
And enter Shields with many a cheer;
To meet our friends so blythe and gay;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
To Charlotte’s Head then let’s repair,
We’ll be receiv’d with welcome there;
We’ll enter then without delay;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
A NEW SONG, _On the Opening of Jarrow Colliery, 1803._
Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing,
And of their Colliery at Jarrow;
Of coals that are good as e’er swam the flood,
For home consumption or far, O.
They tell us, my friend, there’s coal at Walls-End,
Can scarcely meet with a marrow;
But let them come here, we’ll make it appear,
Coals were not then wrought at Jarrow.
There is Heaton Main, and Walker by name,
Known to most near and far, O;
I this will maintain in language that’s plain,
There’s none that surpasseth Jarrow;
Above the Tyne Bridge, its often been said,
Few with these can compare, O;
A good dog was Brag--but hold fast, my lad--
Nothing they knew then of Jarrow!
To Temple and King, great wealth may they bring,
From home consumption, or far, O;
May success attend, wherever they send
Their coals, the produce of Jarrow.
May overmen all, with great and the small,
Ne’er have occasion to sorrow!
May heart, hand, and head, procure them bread,
For wives and children at Jarrow!
Call another bowl to enliven our soul,
Temple we’ll drink and his marrow;
Three cheers we will give, cry, Long may they live!
The prosp’rous owners of Jarrow.
Call another bowl, &c.
_East Rainton._
L----
THE PEACOCK AND THE HEN.
All the night over and over,
And all the night over again--
All the night over and over,
The peacock follows the hen.
A hen’s a hungry dish,
A goose is hollow within;
There’s no deceit in a pudding;
A pye’s a dainty thing.
THE TYNE, _A FRAGMENT_.
BY J.L.
O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen,
Meand’ring sweet thy lucid stream--
Thy banks are woody, fertile, green,
Enliven’d by the solar beam.
Thy sons are healthy, blooming, strong,
Thy daughters lovely as the spring;
They joyful trip the meads along,
Such joys doth sweet industry bring.
Adieu, sweet Tyne--a long adieu,
I now must leave thee far behind;
Yet tho’ secluded from my view,
Thoul’t dwell for ever in my mind.
CONTENTS.
_Page_
As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate 5
Whe’s like my Johnny _ib._
My bonny keel laddie, my canny keel laddie 7
’Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow 8
Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny 9
Fresh I’m cum fra Sandgate Street 10
Roll on thy way, thrice happy Tyne 11
Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring 12
Like wolves of the forest, ferocious and keen 14
When unprovok’d, when foreign foes 15
John Diggons be I, from a Country Town 16
In a battle, you know, we Britons are strong 18
Turks, Infidels, Pagans, Jews, Christians and Tartars 19
When Fame brought the news of Great Britain’s success 21
The jailor, for trial, had brought up a thief 23
Ho’way and aw’ll sing thee a tune, mun 25
Odd smash! ’tis hard aw can’t rub dust off 27
Come marrows, we’ve happen’d to meet now 29
Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet 31
Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows 33
Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ our island rebellows 34
As me and my marrow was ganning to wark 35
If I had another penny 36
The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie _ib._
Hae ye heard o’ these wond’rous dons 37
The Baff week is o’er--no repining-- 38
On each market day, Sir, the folks on the Quay, Sir 43
Lads! myek a ring 45
I was a young maiden truly 48
My muse took flight the other day 49
When war’s destructive rage did cease 53
Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream 56
Attend to my summons, ye _British_ Electors 57
To sing some nymph in her cot 58
When cooling zephyrs wanton play 59
Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow 60
Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell 61
Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear 62
Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney 63
On Rhenish, Medeira, Port, Cleret and Sherry 66
Ye sons of Parnassus, whose brains are inspir’d 67
Who’s he that with great Mercury strides 68
Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion 70
Great was the consternation, amazement and dismay, Sir 73
The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose 77
As Neddy and Betty were walking along 79
Now fill a bumper to the brim 81
I’m lonesome since I left Blyth camps 84
We march’d from the camps with our hearts full of woe 85
Come fill a bumper to the brim 86
Come cheer up my hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne 87
What pleasure oft ’tis to reveal 88
Ha’ ye been at Newcastle fair 89
Tho lofty bards sublimer sing 91
When Royal Ge--e on new year’s day 94
Sir James Duncan and Co their kind compliments send 97
Liddell, farewell! to all true Britons dear 99
In hollow murmurs o’er the bending reeds 100
Of a’ the many bonny corps 101
Come, haste to Newcastle, ye sons of fair freedom 102
The plaint of a mourner, deep sorrow oppres’d with 103
Hey, Jacky, ma honey, hae ye seen the new money 105
Fra Benton Bank, to Benton town 106
Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde 107
The Perssye came byfore hys oste 111
It fell and about the Lammas time 116
The Persé owt off Northomberlonde 118
The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent 122
God prosper long our noble king 128
I have heard of a lilting, at our ewe’s milking 136
From Spey to the border 137
’Twas he that rul’d his Country’s heart 142
On July seventh, the suthe to say 143
When we were silly sisters seven, sisters we were so fair 147
There’s Roadley’s ‘cloud capt’ lofty hill 150
Sir Swinton was a doughty knight 152
The king is gone from Bambrough Castle 156
On Bamboroughshire’s rocky shore 161
The kye are come hame _ib._
Come you lusty Northerne lads 162
Here lies the corpse of William Bell 166
Wold you please to hear of a sang of dule _ib._
Old Janus advances all cloathed in white 171
The routing the earl of Mar’s forces 175
Of all the Kirkharle bonny lasses 180
Good people, give ear to the fatalest duel 184
Ye muses nine, if ye think fit 185
Good Master Moody 188
The little priest of Felton 189
There lives a lass in Felton town 190
In second part I will declare 192
He’s gone! he’s gone 195
On Saturday 196
God prosper long our noble king 197
Callaly Castle stands on a height 199
In Bedlington, there liv’d a fair 200
The lady sat in leafy bow’r 202
Nought but some dæmon’s baleful step 206
Hoot awa’, lads hoot awa’ 209
Ihon Redle that som tim did be 210
Howl on ye winds, and beat ye rains 211
Oh, have you seen the blushing rose _ib._
The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May 212
A bonny swain blithe Sandy nam’d 214
In Britain’s blest insland there runs a fine river 215
Now the feather’d train in each bush 216
Apollo, your aid I request 217
Ye sacred nine descend 218
Unsullied mirth attend this feast 219
To fertile soil and fragrant air 220
O bonny Hobby Elliott 221
Little wat ye wha’s coming 222
Mackintosh was a soldier brave 223
The king has written a broad letter 225
How mournful feeble Nature’s tone _ib._
In former times where Hexham town doth stand 227
Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle 228
Doctor Moff once more employs the burden of my song 229
The first of March, from Cockle Park 231
Next day to the Thatchmeadows I 233
Good fortune still attends the brave 234
A fair reformation would render this nation 236
The ploughman he comes home at night 237
Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows _ib._
At Christmas when the wind blew cauld 238
It happen’d at good Christmas tide 239
About the bush Willy 240
I cannot get to my love if I should dee 241
As I went to Newcastle _ib._
I went to Black Heddon 242
John Thompson, just now _ib._
Of a Pitman we’ll sing _ib._
Since Winter’s keen blast must to Zephyr give place 243
All lovers of lucre may LAUD the _Lord Mayor_ 245
Northumberland lads are handsome squads 247
A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions 248
All men of high and low degree 250
On travelling down Tweed-side 251
Young Solomon, tir’d of a batchelors life 252
Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing 253
There was five wives at Acomb 256
Now little Billy is gone to the kirk 257
I was young and lusty _ib._
Come, gentlemen attend to my ditty 258
I’ll tell you a story, if you please to attend 261
On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old 262
Come, brave spirits, that love Canary 264
Upon the stately river Tees 265
Ye Stockton lads and lasses too 267
Ye freeholders of Stockton town 269
Young men and maidens all, I pray you now attend 271
Militia boys for my theme I now chuse 274
’Twas on a summer’s evening 275
Rookhope stands in a pleasant place 276
Come all the gallant brave wenches 281
Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea 283
In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill _ib._
You Sunderland lasses draw near 284
Ye sons of Sunderland, with shouts that rival ocean’s roar 285
Elsie Marley is grown so fine _ib._
Thro’ Durham County fam’d of old 287
Come all ye lads who wish to shine 288
And are ye sure the tale is true _ib._
When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms 290
Durham’s old city thus salutes her king 291
As aw was gannin to Durham 292
While visiting this dark abode _ib._
Lov’d stream, that meanders along 293
Its hey for the buff and the blue 294
At home wad I be 296
Its o but I ken well _ib._
Up the raw, ma bonny hinny 297
If you want a busom 298
Up the Butcher bank 299
Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad 300
Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye _ib._
My laddie sits owre late up 301
They’ve prest my dear Johnny _ib._
Neighbours I’m come for to tell ye, our skipper and Moll’s
to be wed 302
Old _Jarrow_, long fam’d for monastical lore 304
The sailors are all at the bar 306
We’ll all away to the Lowlights _ib._
Six centeries since, some say, a son of South Seaton 307
God prosper long our _warlike_ king 309
There is not in the world’s terraqueous round 310
Whence those _cries_, my soul that harrow 312
’Bout Lunnun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes 314
Croney its now near thirty year 316
’Tis said that in the good old times 319
The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d 320
Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing 321
All the night over and over 322
O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen _ib._
FROM THE PRESS OF M. ANGUS AND SON, NEWCASTLE.
INDEX.
A
_Page_
As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate 5
As me and my marrow was ganning to wark 35
Attend to my summons, ye _British_ Electors 57
Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion 70
At Neddy and Betty were walking along 79
A bonny swain, blithe Sandy nam’d 214
Apollo, your aid I request 217
A fair reformation would render this nation 236
At Christmas when the wind blew cauld 238
About the bush Willy 240
As I went to Newcastle 241
All lovers of lucre may LAUD the _Lord Mayor_ 245
A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions 248
All men of high and low degree 250
Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing 253
And are ye sure the tale is true 288
As aw was gannin to Durham 292
At home wad I be 296
All the night over and over 322
B
Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle 228
Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea 283
Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye 300
’Bout Lunaun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes 314
C
Come marrows, we’ve happen’d to meet now 29
Come fill a bumper to the brim 86
Come cheer up my hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne 87
Come, haste to Newcastle, ye sons of fair freedom 102
Come you lusty Northerne lads 162
Callaly Castle stands on a height 199
Come, gentlemen attend to my ditty 258
Come, brave spirits, that love Canary 264
Come all the gallant brave wenches 281
Come all ye lads who wish to shine 288
Croney its now near thirty year 316
D
Doctor Moff once more employs the burden of my song 229
Durham’s old city thus salutes her king 291
E
Elsie Marley is grown so fine 285
F
Fresh I’m cum fra Sandgate Street 10
Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet 31
Fra Beaton Bank, to Benton town 106
From Spey to the border 137
G
Great was the consternation, amazement and dismay, Sir 73
God prosper long our noble king 128
Good people, give ear to the fatalest duel 184
Good Master Moody 188
God prosper long our noble king 197
Good fortune still attends the brave 234
God prosper long our _warlike_ king 309
H
Ho’way and aw’ll sing thee a tune, man 25
Hae ye heard o’ these wondr’ous dons 37
Ha’ ye been at Newcastle fair 89
Hey, Jacky, ma honey, hae ye seen the new money 105
Here lies the corpse of William Bell 166
He’s gone! he’s gone 195
Hoot awa’, lads hoot awa’ 209
Howl on ye winds, and beat ye rains 211
How mournful feeble Nature’s tone 225
I
In a battle, you know, we Britons are strong 18
If I had another penny 36
I was a young maiden truly 48
I’m lonesome since I left Blyth camps 84
In hollow murmurs o’er the bending reeds 100
It fell and about the Lammas time 116
I have heard of a lilting, at our ewe’s milking 136
In second part I will declare 192
In Bedlington, there liv’d a fair 200
Ihon Redle that som tim did be 210
In Britain’s blest insland there runs a fine river 215
In former times where Hexham town doth stand 227
It happen’d at good Christmas tide 239
I cannot get to my love if I should dee 241
I went to Black Heddon 242
I was young and lusty 257
I’ll tell you a story, if you please to attend 261
In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill 283
Its hey for the buff and the blue 294
Its O but I ken well 296
If you want a busom 298
J
John Diggons be I, from a Country Town 16
John Thompson, just now 242
L
Like wolves of the forest, ferocious and keen 14
Lads! myek a ring 45
Liddell, farewell! to all true Britons dear 99
Little wat ye wha’s coming 222
Lov’d stream, that meanders along 293
M
My bonny keel laddie, my canny keel laddie 7
My muse took flight the other day 49
Mackintosh was a soldier brave 223
Militia boys for my theme I now chuse 274
My laddie sits owre late up 301
N
Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring 12
Now fill a bumper to the brim 81
Nought but some demon’s baleful step 206
Now the feather’d train in each bush 216
Next day to the Thatchmeadows I 233
Northumberland lads are handsome squads 247
Now little Billy is gone to the kirk 257
Neighbours I’m come for to tell ye, our skipper and Moll’s
to be wed 302
O
Odd smash! ’tis hard aw can’t rub dust off 27
On each market day, Sir, the folks on the Quay, Sir 43
Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell 61
On Rhenish, Medeira, Port, Cleret and Sherry 66
Of a’ the many bonny corps 101
On July seventh, the suthe to say 143
On Saturday 196
O bonny Hobby Elliott 221
On Bamboroughshire’s rocky shore 161
Old Janus advances all cloathed in white 171
Of all the Kirkharle bonny lasses 180
Oh, have you seen the blushing rose 211
Of a Pitman we’ll sing 242
On travelling down Tweed-side 251
On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old 262
Old _Jarrow_, long fam’d for monastical lore 304
Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing 321
O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen 322
R
Roll on thy way, thrice happy Tyne 11
Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream 56
Rookhope stands in a pleasant place 276
S
Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear 62
Sir James Duncan and Co. their kind compliments send 97
Sir Swinton was a doughty knight 152
Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows 237
Since Winter’s keen blast must to Zephyr give place 243
Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad 300
Six centeries since, some say, a son of South Seaton 307
T
’Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow 8
Turks, Infidels, Pagans, Jews, Christians and Tartars 19
The jailor, for trial, had brought up a thief 23
The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie 36
The Baff week is o’er--no repining-- 38
To sing some nymph in her cot 58
Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney 68
The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose 77
Tho’ lofty bards sublimer sing 91
The plaint of a mourner, deep sorrow oppres’d with 103
The Perssye came byfore hys oste 111
The Persé owt off Northomberlonde 118
The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent 122
’Twas he that rul’d his Country’s heart 142
There’s Roadley’s ‘cloud capt’ lofty hill 150
The king is gone from Bambrough Castle 156
The kye are come hame 161
The routing the earl of Mar’s forces 175
The little priest of Felton 189
There lives a lass in Felton town 190
The lady sat in leafy bow’r 202
The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May 212
To fertile soil and fragrant air 220
The king has written a broad letter 225
The first of March, from Cockle Park 231
The ploughman he comes home at night 237
There was five wives at Acomb 256
’Twas on a summer’s evening 275
Thro’ Durham County fam’d of old 287
They’ve prest my dear Johnny 301
The sailors are all at the bar 306
There is not in the world’s terraqueous round 310
’Tis said that in the good old times 319
The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d 320
U
Unsullied mirth attend this feast 219
Upon the stately river Tees 265
Up the raw, ma bonny hinny 297
Up the Butcher bank 299
W
Whe’s like my Johnny 5
Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny 9
When unprovok’d, when foreign foes 15
When Fame brought the news of Great Britain’s success 21
Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows 33
Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ our island rebellows 34
When war’s destructive rage did cease 53
When cooling zephyrs wanton play 59
Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow 60
Who’s he that with great Mercury strides 68
We march’d from the camps with our hearts full of woe 85
What pleasure oft ’tis to reveal 88
When Royal Ge--e on new year’s day 94
When we were silly sisters seven, sisters we were so fair 147
Wold you please to hear of a sang of dule 166
When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms 290
While visiting this dark abode 292
We’ll all away to the Lowlights 306
Whence those _cries_, my soul that harrow 312
Y
Ye sons of Parnassus, whose brains are inspir’d 67
Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde 107
Ye muses nine, if ye think fit 185
Ye sacred nine descend 218
Young Solomon, tir’d of a batchelors life 252
Ye Stockton lads and lasses too 267
Ye freeholders of Stockton town 269
Young men and maidens all, I pray you now attend 271
You Sunderland lasses draw near 284
Ye sons of Sunderland, with shouts that rival ocean’s roar 285
FROM THE PRESS OF M. ANGUS AND SON, NEWCASTLE.
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