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Post by reg on Oct 24, 2005 14:37:20 GMT
Cost kick a bo agin a wo yed it we thee yed til tharst bost it. Cus a cona understant wit theet on abart way dunna towk lark that ayer may an mar lady think theyt daft.
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Post by toasted on Oct 24, 2005 14:54:50 GMT
Cost kick a bo agin a wo yed it we thee yed til tharst bost it. Cus a cona understant wit theet on abart way dunna towk lark that ayer may an mar lady think theyt daft. Wye aye man !!
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Post by toasted on Oct 24, 2005 16:40:38 GMT
St.James Park
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Post by toasted on Oct 24, 2005 16:44:33 GMT
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Post by toasted on Oct 24, 2005 16:58:19 GMT
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Post by toasted on Oct 24, 2005 17:40:44 GMT
And you must all learn our song,you will here it at all home games....
The Blaydon Races
I went to Blaydon Races 'Twas on the 9th of June Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Two On a Summer's Afternoon We took the bus from Balmbras And she was heavy laden Away we went along Collingwood Street That's on the Road to Blaydon
Chorus:
Oh me lads, you should've seen us gannin' Passing the folks along the road just as they were stannin' Aal the lads and lasses there aal wi' smilin' faces Gannin along the Scotswood Road To see the Blaydon Races
We flew past Armstrong's factory And up by the Robin Adair gannin ower the Railway Bridge The bus wheel flew off there The lasses lost their crinolenes And the veils that hide their faces I got two black eyes and a broken nose gannin t' Blaydon Races
Oh me lads...
Now when we got the wheel back on Away we went again But them that had their noses broke They went back ower hyem Some went to the dispensary And some to Doctor Gibbses And some to the infirmary To mend their broken ribses
Oh me lads...
We flew across the Chain Bridge And into Blaydon Toon The bellman he was calling then They called him Jackie Broon I saw him talking to some chaps And them he was persuadin' To gan and see Geordie Ridley's show At the Mechanics' Hall in Blaydon
Oh me lads...
Now when we got to Paradise There were bonny games begun There were four and twenty on the bus And how we danced and sung They called on me to sing a song and I sung 'em 'Paddy f*gan' I danced a jig and I swung me twig The day wi' went to Blaydon
Oh me lads...
The rain it poured down all the day And made the ground quite muddy Coffee Johnny had a white hat on Shouted 'Whi stole the cuddy?' There were spice stalls and monkey shows And owld wives selling ciders And a chap on a ha'penny roundaboot Saying 'noo me lads for riders?'
Oh me lads... (to fade)
Words: The immortal Geordie Ridley
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Post by Admin on Oct 24, 2005 20:34:28 GMT
oh dear...
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Post by toasted on Oct 24, 2005 22:47:45 GMT
Arlreet calm doon.
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Post by Admin on Oct 25, 2005 10:13:39 GMT
what would be a local derby game to newcastle?
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Post by toasted on Oct 25, 2005 15:23:32 GMT
what would be a local derby game to newcastle? Newcastle V Sunderland THE derby.
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Post by toasted on Oct 25, 2005 15:29:31 GMT
The Angel of the North. You see this as you drive into Geordieland.
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Post by Admin on Oct 26, 2005 10:26:12 GMT
what happens to it when it gets windy?
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