Part 3 — INDEX.

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As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate5

As me and my marrow was ganning to wark35

Attend to my summons, ye British Electors57

Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion70

At Neddy and Betty were walking along79

A bonny swain, blithe Sandy nam’d214

Apollo, your aid I request217

A fair reformation would render this nation236

At Christmas when the wind blew cauld238

About the bush Willy240

As I went to Newcastle241

All lovers of lucre may LAUD the Lord Mayor245

A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions248

All men of high and low degree250

Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing253

And are ye sure the tale is true288

As aw was gannin to Durham292

At home wad I be296

All the night over and over322

B

Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle228

Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea283

Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye300

’Bout Lunaun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes314

C

Come marrows, we’ve happen’d to meet now29

Come fill a bumper to the brim86

Come cheer up my hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne87

Come, haste to Newcastle, ye sons of fair freedom102

Come you lusty Northerne lads162

Callaly Castle stands on a height199

Come, gentlemen attend to my ditty258

Come, brave spirits, that love Canary264

Come all the gallant brave wenches281

Come all ye lads who wish to shine288

Croney its now near thirty year316

D

Doctor Moff once more employs the burden of my song229

Durham’s old city thus salutes her king291

E

Elsie Marley is grown so fine285

F

Fresh I’m cum fra Sandgate Street10

Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet31

Fra Beaton Bank, to Benton town106

From Spey to the border137

G

Great was the consternation, amazement and dismay, Sir73

God prosper long our noble king128

Good people, give ear to the fatalest duel184

Good Master Moody188

God prosper long our noble king197

Good fortune still attends the brave234

God prosper long our warlike king309

H

Ho’way and aw’ll sing thee a tune, man25

Hae ye heard o’ these wondr’ous dons37

Ha’ ye been at Newcastle fair89

Hey, Jacky, ma honey, hae ye seen the new money105

Here lies the corpse of William Bell166

He’s gone! he’s gone195

Hoot awa’, lads hoot awa’209

Howl on ye winds, and beat ye rains211

How mournful feeble Nature’s tone225

I

In a battle, you know, we Britons are strong18

If I had another penny36

I was a young maiden truly48

I’m lonesome since I left Blyth camps84

In hollow murmurs o’er the bending reeds100

It fell and about the Lammas time116

I have heard of a lilting, at our ewe’s milking136

In second part I will declare192

In Bedlington, there liv’d a fair200

Ihon Redle that som tim did be210

In Britain’s blest insland there runs a fine river215

In former times where Hexham town doth stand227

It happen’d at good Christmas tide239

I cannot get to my love if I should dee241

I went to Black Heddon242

I was young and lusty257

I’ll tell you a story, if you please to attend261

In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill283

Its hey for the buff and the blue294

Its O but I ken well296

If you want a busom298

J

John Diggons be I, from a Country Town16

John Thompson, just now242

L

Like wolves of the forest, ferocious and keen14

Lads! myek a ring45

Liddell, farewell! to all true Britons dear99

Little wat ye wha’s coming222

Lov’d stream, that meanders along293

M

My bonny keel laddie, my canny keel laddie7

My muse took flight the other day49

Mackintosh was a soldier brave223

Militia boys for my theme I now chuse274

My laddie sits owre late up301

N

Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring12

Now fill a bumper to the brim81

Nought but some demon’s baleful step206

Now the feather’d train in each bush216

Next day to the Thatchmeadows I233

Northumberland lads are handsome squads247

Now little Billy is gone to the kirk257

Neighbours I’m come for to tell ye, our skipper and Moll’s to be wed302

O

Odd smash! ’tis hard aw can’t rub dust off27

On each market day, Sir, the folks on the Quay, Sir43

Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell61

On Rhenish, Medeira, Port, Cleret and Sherry66

Of a’ the many bonny corps101

On July seventh, the suthe to say143

On Saturday196

O bonny Hobby Elliott221

On Bamboroughshire’s rocky shore161

Old Janus advances all cloathed in white171

Of all the Kirkharle bonny lasses180

Oh, have you seen the blushing rose211

Of a Pitman we’ll sing242

On travelling down Tweed-side251

On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old262

Old Jarrow, long fam’d for monastical lore304

Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing321

O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen322

R

Roll on thy way, thrice happy Tyne11

Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream56

Rookhope stands in a pleasant place276

S

Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear62

Sir James Duncan and Co. their kind compliments send97

Sir Swinton was a doughty knight152

Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows237

Since Winter’s keen blast must to Zephyr give place243

Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad300

Six centeries since, some say, a son of South Seaton307

T

’Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow8

Turks, Infidels, Pagans, Jews, Christians and Tartars19

The jailor, for trial, had brought up a thief23

The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie36

The Baff week is o’er—no repining—38

To sing some nymph in her cot58

Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney68

The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose77

Tho’ lofty bards sublimer sing91

The plaint of a mourner, deep sorrow oppres’d with103

The Perssye came byfore hys oste111

The Persé owt off Northomberlonde118

The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent122

’Twas he that rul’d his Country’s heart142

There’s Roadley’s ‘cloud capt’ lofty hill150

The king is gone from Bambrough Castle156

The kye are come hame161

The routing the earl of Mar’s forces175

The little priest of Felton189

There lives a lass in Felton town190

The lady sat in leafy bow’r202

The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May212

To fertile soil and fragrant air220

The king has written a broad letter225

The first of March, from Cockle Park231

The ploughman he comes home at night237

There was five wives at Acomb256

’Twas on a summer’s evening275

Thro’ Durham County fam’d of old287

They’ve prest my dear Johnny301

The sailors are all at the bar306

There is not in the world’s terraqueous round310

’Tis said that in the good old times319

The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d320

U

Unsullied mirth attend this feast219

Upon the stately river Tees265

Up the raw, ma bonny hinny297

Up the Butcher bank299

W

Whe’s like my Johnny5

Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny9

When unprovok’d, when foreign foes15

When Fame brought the news of Great Britain’s success21

Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows33

Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ our island rebellows34

When war’s destructive rage did cease53

When cooling zephyrs wanton play59

Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow60

Who’s he that with great Mercury strides68

We march’d from the camps with our hearts full of woe85

What pleasure oft ’tis to reveal88

When Royal Ge—e on new year’s day94

When we were silly sisters seven, sisters we were so fair147

Wold you please to hear of a sang of dule166

When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms290

While visiting this dark abode292

We’ll all away to the Lowlights306

Whence those cries, my soul that harrow312

Y

Ye sons of Parnassus, whose brains are inspir’d67

Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde107

Ye muses nine, if ye think fit185

Ye sacred nine descend218

Young Solomon, tir’d of a batchelors life252

Ye Stockton lads and lasses too267

Ye freeholders of Stockton town269

Young men and maidens all, I pray you now attend271

You Sunderland lasses draw near284

Ye sons of Sunderland, with shouts that rival ocean’s roar285

Finis

FROM THE PRESS OF M. ANGUS AND SON, NEWCASTLE.