Aa went to Blaydon Races, 
'Twas on the ninth of June, 
Eighteen hundred and sixty two 
 on a summer's afternoon, 
Aa tyuk the bus fra Balm-bra's 
 and she was heavy laden, 
Away we went along Collingwood Street 
 that's on the road to Blaydon.
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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' along the Scotswood Road 
To see the Blaydon Races.
We flew past Armstrong's factory 
And up to Robin Adair 
Just gannin' doon to the railway bridge 
The bus wheel flew off there. 
The lasses lost their crinolines 
And the veils that hid their faces. 
I got two black eyes and a broken nose 
In gannin' to Blaydon Races. 
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When we got the wheel put on 
Away we went again, 
But them that had their noses broke 
They went back home again. 
Some went to the dispensary 
And some to Doctor Gibbs' 
And some to the Infirmary 
To mend their broken ribs. 
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Noo when we got to Paradise 
There was a bonny game begun; 
There was four and twenty on the bus 
Man, how they danced and sung. 
They called on me to sing a song 
I sung them Paddy Fagan, 
I danced a jig and swung me twig 
The day we went to Blaydon. 
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We flew across the Chain Bridge 
Reet into Blaydon toon. 
The bellman he was caaling there, 
They caal him Jacky Broon. 
I saw him talking to some chaps 
And them he was persuading 
To see George Ridley's concert at 
the Mechanics Hall at Blaydon.
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The rain it poured all day 
And made the ground quite muddy 
Coffy John had a white hat on 
They were shootin "Who stole the cuddy" 
There were spice stalls and monkey 
 shows, 
And the old wives selling ciders, 
And a chap wi a Happenny Roondaboot 
Shootin "Noo me lads for riders".
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