BLAYDON RACES
(Key of G)  (See MUSIC SHEET)

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I went to Blaydon Races  Twas on the ninth of June
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Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Two  On a summer's afternoon
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I took the bus from Balmbras  And she was heavy laden
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Away we went along Collingwood Street  To see the race at Blaydon
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  Oh me lads, you should've seen us gannin
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  Passing the folks along the road  And all of them were starin'
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  All the lads and lasses there  They all had smilin' faces
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  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
  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 Tyne Bridge  And came to 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
  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  So I sang 'em 'Paddy Fagan'
I danced a jig and I swung me twig  The day I 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 'Wee stole the 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?'
  Oh me lads... (to fade)