What's that to say
To the bonny fray
We had wi' skipper Robin, O?
The keel bullies a',
Byeth greet an' sma',
Myed a b——rly tide o' the hoppen, O.
Gleed Will cried, Ma-a! up lup au'd Frank,
An' Robin, that marry'd his dowter, O:
We hammer'd their ribs like an anchor shank;
They fand it six weeks efter, O.

Bald pyat Jone Carr
Wad hev a bit spar,
To help his marrows away wid, O;
But poor au'd fellow,
He'd getten ower mellow,
So we doon'd byth him and Davy, O:
Then Petticoat Robin jump'd up agyen,
Wiv's gully to marcykree huz a'
But Willanton Dan laid him flat wiv a styen:
Hurrah! for Crowley's Crew, boys, a'!

Their hash was sattled,
So off they rattled,
An' we jigg'd it up sae hearty, O.
Wi' mony a shiver,
An' lowp sae cliver,
Can Newcassel turn out sic a party, O?
When, wheit dyun ower, the fiddlers went,
We stagger'd a hint sae merry, O;
An thro' wor toon, till fairly spent,
Roar'd—Crowley's Crew an' glory, O!

WINLATON HOPPING.

Ye sons of glee come join with me,
Ye who love mirth and toping, O,
You'll ne'er refuse to hear my muse
Sing of Winlaton fam'd Hopping, O,
To Tenche's Hotel let's retire,
To tipple away so neatly, O:
The fiddle and song you'll sure admire,
Together they sound so sweetly, O.
Tal lal la, &c.

With box and die you'll Sammy spy,
Of late Sword-dancers' Bessy, O—
All patch'd and torn with tail and horn,
Just like a De'il in dressy, O:
But late discharg'd from that employ,
This scheme popp'd in his noddle, O;
Which fill'd his little heart with joy,
And pleas'd blithe Sammy Doddle, O.

Close by the stocks, his dies and box
He rattled away so rarely, O;
Both youth and age did he engage,
Together they play'd so cheerly, O:
While just close by the sticks did fly
At spice on knobs of woody, O:
'How! mind my legs!' the youngsters cry,
'Wey, man, thou's drawn the bloody!' O.

Rang'd in a row, a glorious show
Of spice, and nuts for cracking, O;
With handsome toys for girls and boys,
Grac'd Winlaton fam'd Hopping, O.
Each to the stalls led his dear lass,
And treat her there so sweetly, O;
Then straight retire to drink a glass,
An' shuffle an' cut so neatly, O.

Ye men so wise who knowledge prize,
Let not this scene confound ye, O;
At Winship's door might ye explore
The world a' running round ye, O:
Blithe boys and girls on horse and chair,
Flew round without e'er stopping, O;
Sure Blaydon Races can't compare
With Winlaton fam'd Hopping, O.