A NORTH SHIELDS SONG.
We'll all away to the Law Lights,
And there we'll see the sailors come in;
We'll all away to the Law Lights,
And there we'll see the sailors come in.
There clap your hands and give a shout,
And you'll see the sailors go out;
Clap your hands, and dance and sing,
And you'll see your laddie come in.
COMMIT NO NONSENSE.
An aud chep that had spent a' his life i' the keels,
Taking coals down the river to load ships at Shields,
Had some business, yen day, in Newcastle to do,
And, when there, he'd stop and see a' that was new.
He view'd wor new streets, and was weel pleas'd, no doubt,
He gap'd and he star'd, as he wander'd about;
But still, as he star'd, there was yen thing seem'd queer,
Whilk was plac'd on the walls—"Commit no nuisance here."
The aud boy was not very learned, you see,
And, when young, he had got off his great A, B, C,
And some words he could spell, tho' not sartinly clear,
And his skill made it out—"Commit ne nonsense here."
He knew very little of Tee-total rules,
But thought they might dee very weel amang feuls;
In his wand'ring he thought about getting some beer.
And often he read—"Commit ne nonsense here."
A few pints of beer brought this chep to a stand,
For nature, o'ercharg'd, wanted ease at his hand,—
For this purpose he enter'd a yard,—but, se queer,
Just saw, 'buin his head—"Commit ne nonsense here."
The gurgling stream from the old fellow flow'd,
His ease he enjoy'd myed a notable flood;
But, just in the nick, when he thought a' was clear,
A policeman cries—"Commit no nuisance here."