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                                                                                                                                                            Blaydon Races - an orchestral arrangement of the choral arrangement I made for my daughter Sam's marriage to Mike - a proper Newcastle United football fan!...








                                                                                                                                                            The original dialect would have the text thus:


                                                                                                                                                            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.

                                                                                                                                                            (chorus):

                                                                                                                                                            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.

                                                                                                                                                            (chorus)

                                                                                                                                                            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.

                                                                                                                                                            (chorus)

                                                                                                                                                            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.

                                                                                                                                                            (chorus)

                                                                                                                                                            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.

                                                                                                                                                            (chorus)

                                                                                                                                                            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' "Noo, me boys, for riders."

                                                                                                                                                            (chorus)


                                                                                                                                                            The song is now usually sung with with more modern language but retaining the tyneside dialect. For example the chorus might be sung:

                                                                                                                                                            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.

                                                                                                                                                            I stuck mostly to the more modern version, but with an introduction:

                                                                                                                                                            This song is writ for Mike,
                                                                                                                                                            and for Sam,
                                                                                                                                                            For Mike & Sam,
                                                                                                                                                            and all Newcastle fans,
                                                                                                                                                            but especially Mikey the fan of fans!


                                                                                                                                                            I went to Blaydon races
                                                                                                                                                            Twas on the 9th of June
                                                                                                                                                            Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Two
                                                                                                                                                            On a summer's afternoon
                                                                                                                                                            I took the bus from Balmbras
                                                                                                                                                            And she was heavy laden
                                                                                                                                                            Away we went along Collingwood Street
                                                                                                                                                            To see the race at Blaydon

                                                                                                                                                            Chorus:

                                                                                                                                                            Oh me lads, you should've seen us gannin
                                                                                                                                                            Passing the folks along the road
                                                                                                                                                            And all of them were starin'
                                                                                                                                                            All the lads and lasses there
                                                                                                                                                            They all had smilin' faces
                                                                                                                                                            Gannin along the Scotswood Road
                                                                                                                                                            To see the Blaydon races

                                                                                                                                                            We flew past Armstrong's factory
                                                                                                                                                            And up by the Robin Adair
                                                                                                                                                            But gannin ower the Railway Bridge
                                                                                                                                                            The bus wheel flew off there
                                                                                                                                                            The lasses lost their crinolenes
                                                                                                                                                            And veils that hide their faces
                                                                                                                                                            I got two black eyes and a broken nose
                                                                                                                                                            In gannin to Blaydon races

                                                                                                                                                            Chorus

                                                                                                                                                            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 Gibbs
                                                                                                                                                            And some to the infirmary
                                                                                                                                                            To mend their broken ribs

                                                                                                                                                            Chorus

                                                                                                                                                            I didn't include this verse:

                                                                                                                                                            We flew across the Chain Bridge
                                                                                                                                                            Reet into Blaydon Toon
                                                                                                                                                            The barman 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

                                                                                                                                                            Chorus

                                                                                                                                                            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
                                                                                                                                                            So I sang 'em 'Paddy Fagan'
                                                                                                                                                            I danced a jig and I swung me twig
                                                                                                                                                            The day I went to Blaydon

                                                                                                                                                            Chorus

                                                                                                                                                            I didn't include the final stanza:

                                                                                                                                                            The rain it poured down all the day
                                                                                                                                                            And made the ground quite muddy
                                                                                                                                                            Coffee Johnny had a white hat on
                                                                                                                                                            The old wife stole a cuddy
                                                                                                                                                            There were spice stalls and monkey shows
                                                                                                                                                            And old wives selling ciders
                                                                                                                                                            And the chap on the ha'penny roundabout
                                                                                                                                                            Saying 'Any more lads for riders?

                                                                                                                                                            Chorus


                                                                                                                                                            The Blaydon Races is probably the best known of all the Geordie songs and sung at many a football match. It is the unofficial anthem of Newcastle United Football Club.  It was first sung by Gateshead born Geordie Ridley (1835 - 1864) at Balmbra's Music Hall in Newcastle back on 5 June 1862 at a testimonial for Tyneside's sporting hero, British oarsman, Harry Clasper.

                                                                                                                                                            The race meetings were held on an island in the middle of the Tyne. Rumour has it that at low tide, there are places on the Tyne at Newcastle where the water is shallow enough to walk across it.... not to be recommended!

                                                                                                                                                            The last Blaydon race meeting was held on 2 September 1916 A riot broke out when a winning horse was disqualified, and the races were never held again. 
                                                                                                                                                            (c) 2009 Rick Birley