It was confest,
We shemm’d the cheps fra Newcassel-o:
So away we set
To wour town gyet,
To jeer them a’ as they pass’d us-o;
We shouted some, and some dung down—
Lobstrop’lus fellows, we kick’d them-o:
Some culls went hyem, some crush’d to town,
Some gat about by Whickham-o.
The spree com on—