THUMPING LUCK.

Here's thumping luck to yon town, Let's have a hearty drink upon't,— O the days I've spent in yon town, My heart still warms to think upon't; For monie a happy day I've seen, With monie a lass so kind and true,— With hearty chields I've canty been, And danc'd away till a' was blue. Here's thumping luck to yon town, Let's have a hearty drink upon't,— O the days I've spent in yon town, My heart still warms to think upon't. There's famous ale in yon town, Will make your lips to smack again, And many a one leaves yon town, Oft wishes they were back again; Well shelter'd from the northern blast, Its spires and turrets proudly rise, And boats and keels all sailing past With coals, that half the world supplies. Here's thumping luck, &c. There's native bards in yon town, For wit and humour seldom bet And they sang sae sweet in yon town, Good faith, I think I hear them yet: Such fun in Thompson's voyage to Shields, In Jimmy Johnson's wherry fine— Such shaking heels, and dancing reels, When sailing on the coaly Tyne. Here's thumping luck, &c. Amang the rest in yon town, One Shiels was fam'd for ready wit— His "Lord Size" half drown'd in yon town, Good faith I think I hear it yet: Then Mitford's muse is seldom wrong, When once he gives the jade a ca', And Gilchrist, too, for comic song, Though last, he's not the least of a'. Here's thumping luck, &c. May the sun shine bright on yon town, May its trade and commerce still increase,— And may all that dwells in yon town Be blest with fond, domestic peace; For, let me wander east or west, North, south, or even o'er the sea, My native town I'll still love best— Newcastle is the place for me. Here's thumping luck, &c.