An exclusive sneak peek at Paul Macanelly’s box
which you can see together with works from other famous Geordies like Vaughn Oliver, Michael C Plaice and Mark Blamire at a show called Our Friends in the North. Produced for the occasion by Paul Mcanelly of Hawaii design and our graphic meister since 2000 the text on the box depicts the lyrics to Blaydon Races which we have reproduced below so that you can learn them before you visit and sing them in the Toon.
Aw went to Blaydon Races, ’twas on the ninth of Joon,
Eiteen hundred an’ sixty-two, on a summer’s efternoon;
Aw tyuk the ‘bus frae Balmbra’s, an’ she wis heavy laden,
Away we went alang Collingwood Street, that’s on the road to Blaydon.
Oh lads, ye shud only seen us gannin’,
We pass’d the foaks upon the road just as they wor stannin’;
Thor wes lots o’ lads an’ lasses there, all wi’ smiling faces,
Gawn alang the Scotswood Road, to see the Blaydon Races.
We flew past Airmstrang’s factory, and up to the “Robin Adair”,
Just gannin’ doon te the railway bridge, the ‘bus wheel flew off there.
The lasses lost their crinolines off, an’ the veils that hide their faces,
An’ aw got two black eyes an’ a broken nose in gan te Blaydon Races.
When we gat the wheel put on away we went agyen,
But them that had their noses broke they cam back ower hyem;
Sum went to the Dispensary an’ uthers to Doctor Gibbs,
An’ sum sought out the Infirmary to mend their broken ribs.
Noo when we gat to Paradise thor wes bonny gam begun;
Thor was fower-an-twenty on the ‘bus, man, hoo they danced an’ sung;
They called on me to sing a sang, aw sung them “Paddy Fagan”,
Aw danced a jig an’ swung my twig that day aw went to Blaydon.
We flew across the Chain Bridge reet into Blaydon toon,
The bellman he was callin’ there, they call him Jackie Brown;
Aw saw him talkin’ to sum cheps, an’ them he was pursuadin’
To gan an’ see Geordy Ridley’s concert in the Mechanics’ Hall at Blaydon.
The rain it poor’d aw the day an’ myed the groons quite muddy,
Coffy Johnny had a white hat on – they war shootin’ “Whe stole the cuddy.”
There wes spice stalls an’ munkey shows an’ aud wives selling ciders,
An’ a chep wiv a hapenny roond aboot, shootin’ “Now, me boys, for riders.”
The song is now usually sung with slightly more modern language. The modern
chorus would typically be:
Oh! me lads, ye shud a’ seen us gannin,
Passin’ the folks upon the road just as they were stannin.
Thor wis lots o’ lads and lasses there, all wi smiling faces
Gannin alang the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.
Our Friends in the North is at the Stephenson Building, South Street (behind Central Station)
Newcastle upon Tyne
from October 13 to November 14.
Entry is free.