SWALWELL HOPPING.

Lads! myek a ring, An' hear huz sing The sport we had at Swalwell, O; Wor merry play. O' the Hoppen day, Ho'way, marrows! an' aw'll tell ye, O. The sun shines warm on Whickham bank, Let's a' lie doon at Dolly's, O; An' hear 'bout mony a funny prank, Play'd by the lads at Crowley's, O. There was Sam, O zoons! Wiv's pantaloons, An' gravat up ower his gobby, O; An' Willy, thou, Wi' the jacket blue, Thou was the varry Bobby, O: There was knack knee'd Mat, wiv's purple suit, An' hopper-a-s'd Dick, a' yellow, O: Great Tom was there, wi' H——ple's au'd coat, An' buck-sheen'd Bob frae Stella, O. When we wor drest, It was confest We shem'd the cheps frae Newcassel, O: So away we set To wor toon gyet, To jeer them a' as they pass'd us, O: We shouted some, and some dung down; Lobstrop'lus fellows, we kick'd them, O: Some culls went hyem, some crush'd to toon, Some gat aboot by Whickham, O. The spree com on— The hat was won By carrot-pow'd Jenny's Jackey, O: What a fyace, begok! Had muckle-mouth'd Jock, When he twin'd his jaws for the backy, O! The kilted lasses fell tid, pell mell, Wi' 'Talli-i-o the grinder,' O— The smock was gi'en to slavering Nell, Ye'd dropp'd had ye been behind her, O. Wor dance began Wi' buck-tyuth'd Nan, An' Geordy, thou'd Jen Collin, O; While the merry Black, Wi' mony a crack, Set the tamboureen a rolling, O. Like wor forge-hammer we bet sae true, An' shuk Raw's house sae soundly, O: Tuff canna cum up wi' Crowley's Crew, Nor thump the tune sae roundly, O. Then Gyetside Jack, Wiv's bloody back, Wad dance wi' goggle-eye'd Mally, O: But up cam Nick An' gav him a kick, And a canny bit kind of a fally, O: That day a' Hawks's Blacks may rue,— They gat mony a varry sair clanker, O: Can they de owse wi' Crowley's Crew, Frev a needle tiv an anchor, O? 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!