BATTLE OF SPITALOO.

On the thirtieth day of July The Chartists did combine, That they would hold a meeting At Newcastle upon Tyne; In spite of Mayor or Magistrates, They would come up to a man, But when the Police them attack'd, They took to their heels and ran. CHORUS. At the battle of Spitaloo, my boys, At the battle of Spitaloo— The Chartists' colours were taken At the battle of Spitaloo. They mairch'd in full procession, Through most streets of the town, And they declar'd the Magistrates Should never put them down; But of all their boasted courage About what they would do, The Police took their colours At the battle of Spitaloo. With music, flags, and banners, And all their empty pride, The procession of the Chartists Was soon put to a side; The worthy Mayor and Magistrates Did let the Chartists know That they were masters of the town, At the battle of Spitaloo. The Chartists, to the Forth that night, Turn'd very boldly out,— But soon they were dispersed, And all put to the rout: They laid the failure of their cause Upon the red and blue, Because they came against them At the battle of Spitaloo. The Chartists and their leaders Are no more allow'd to meet, Their threat'ning combinations Have got the grand defeat,— The National Convention Has got the overthrow, And the Chartists' colours taken At the battle of Spitaloo.