BY J. SHIELD, OF NEWCASTLE.
Tune—John Anderson my Jo.
On account of the confined limits of the Parade Ground of the Loyal Newcastle Associated Corps of Volunteer Infantry, it was found necessary to lock the door during the time of drill, to prevent the crowd interfering with the evolutions of the corps.—This circumstance gave rise to the song.
Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring,
(’Twas but the other day,)
Thus sung a melancholy wight
His pity-moving lay:—
How comes this alteration strange!
What can the matter be,
That the brave Association Lads