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The Newcassel Worthies is a famous Geordie folk song written in the 19th century by William "Willie" Armstrong, in a style deriving from music hall. == Lyrics == THE NEWCASSEL WORTHIES Air- We're aye been provided for The praises o' Newcassel aw've lang wish'd to tell, But now then aw'm determin'd to ha'e a right good spell, An' shew what noted kiddies frae Newcassel toon hes flit, For it's a' wis been a canny place, an' sae will it yet. A chep, they call'd him Scott, he liev'd on the banks o' Tyne, Had a son, that i' the Government he wanted to shine: By degrees the youth he rose up, now Lord Chancellor does sit, An' he's fill'd his place reet brawly, aye an' sae will they yet. Of a' the fine Engravers that grace fine Lunnen toon, Wor Tom Ransom an' Bill Harvey bang a' that's up or doon: The praises frae the 'Cademy they constantly do get; For their pieces they've got medals, aye an' sae will they yet. For boxing tee, the Lunnen cheps we'll thresh them i' their turns; Ony see what science he has lairnt—that noted chep, Jem Burns: Jem Wallace tee, wor champion, how Tommy Dunn, he hit, But they both good ones ever were, an' sae will they yet. A vast mair cliver cheps we ha'e o' some aw'll let ye knaw; For a strong man, whe could beat Bold Airchy wi' his wondrous claw; When six men tuik him in a boat, her bottom suen he split, An' the hiding that he ga'e them, they've not forgot it yet. For fiddling tee, now whe is there wor Blind Willie can beat? Or for dancing whe before Jack Coxon e'er could set their feet? Cully Billy, only try him now, he'll cap ye wi' his wit; He's truly wondrous, ever was, an' sae will he yet. Bob Cruddace, ah, poor soul! he's deed, – he had a cliver knack O' kepping beer, aye three yards off, when he "parish'd the pack!" An' Whin Bob 'bout the militia constantly does swet; But by cunningness escap'd them, aye an' sac will he yet. Jack Nicholson, the noble soul, a deal o' breeding shows, Got a patent frae the King to splet sheep heads wi' his nose; The butchers fearing o' disgrace, a job he ne'er cud get, -- But the honour's e'er been wi' him, aye, an' sae will it yet. Of Fishwives, tee, that's i' wor toon, up to the present day, Euphy Scott she is prime minister to Queen Madgie Gray: The understrappers and descendants hear it's ony fit, That's she's rul'd the market as she lik'd, an' sae will she yet. Captain Starkey, Pussey Willie, and poor Cuddy Reed, Lousy Donald an' au'd judy, poor souls! they've a' gyen deed: But, marrows, keep ye up your hearts, this is not the time to fret, For their memories ha' e'er been up, aye an' sae will they yet. 抄文引用元・出典: フリー百科事典『 ウィキペディア（Wikipedia）』 ■ウィキペディアで「The Newcassel Worthies」の詳細全文を読む スポンサード リンク
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