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As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate5
As me and my marrow was ganning to wark35
Attend to my summons, ye British Electors57
Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion70
At Neddy and Betty were walking along79
A bonny swain, blithe Sandy nam’d214
Apollo, your aid I request217
A fair reformation would render this nation236
At Christmas when the wind blew cauld238
About the bush Willy240
As I went to Newcastle241
All lovers of lucre may LAUD the Lord Mayor245
A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions248
All men of high and low degree250
Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing253
And are ye sure the tale is true288
As aw was gannin to Durham292
At home wad I be296
All the night over and over322
B
Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle228
Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea283
Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye300
’Bout Lunaun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes314
C
Come marrows, we’ve happen’d to meet now29
Come fill a bumper to the brim86
Come cheer up my hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne87
Come, haste to Newcastle, ye sons of fair freedom102
Come you lusty Northerne lads162
Callaly Castle stands on a height199
Come, gentlemen attend to my ditty258
Come, brave spirits, that love Canary264
Come all the gallant brave wenches281
Come all ye lads who wish to shine288
Croney its now near thirty year316
D
Doctor Moff once more employs the burden of my song229
Durham’s old city thus salutes her king291
E
Elsie Marley is grown so fine285
F
Fresh I’m cum fra Sandgate Street10
Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet31
Fra Beaton Bank, to Benton town106
From Spey to the border137
G
Great was the consternation, amazement and dismay, Sir73
God prosper long our noble king128
Good people, give ear to the fatalest duel184
Good Master Moody188
God prosper long our noble king197
Good fortune still attends the brave234
God prosper long our warlike king309
H
Ho’way and aw’ll sing thee a tune, man25
Hae ye heard o’ these wondr’ous dons37
Ha’ ye been at Newcastle fair89
Hey, Jacky, ma honey, hae ye seen the new money105
Here lies the corpse of William Bell166
He’s gone! he’s gone195
Hoot awa’, lads hoot awa’209
Howl on ye winds, and beat ye rains211
How mournful feeble Nature’s tone225
I
In a battle, you know, we Britons are strong18
If I had another penny36
I was a young maiden truly48
I’m lonesome since I left Blyth camps84
In hollow murmurs o’er the bending reeds100
It fell and about the Lammas time116
I have heard of a lilting, at our ewe’s milking136
In second part I will declare192
In Bedlington, there liv’d a fair200
Ihon Redle that som tim did be210
In Britain’s blest insland there runs a fine river215
In former times where Hexham town doth stand227
It happen’d at good Christmas tide239
I cannot get to my love if I should dee241
I went to Black Heddon242
I was young and lusty257
I’ll tell you a story, if you please to attend261
In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill283
Its hey for the buff and the blue294
Its O but I ken well296
If you want a busom298
J
John Diggons be I, from a Country Town16
John Thompson, just now242
L
Like wolves of the forest, ferocious and keen14
Lads! myek a ring45
Liddell, farewell! to all true Britons dear99
Little wat ye wha’s coming222
Lov’d stream, that meanders along293
M
My bonny keel laddie, my canny keel laddie7
My muse took flight the other day49
Mackintosh was a soldier brave223
Militia boys for my theme I now chuse274
My laddie sits owre late up301
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Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring12
Now fill a bumper to the brim81
Nought but some demon’s baleful step206
Now the feather’d train in each bush216
Next day to the Thatchmeadows I233
Northumberland lads are handsome squads247
Now little Billy is gone to the kirk257
Neighbours I’m come for to tell ye, our skipper and Moll’s to be
wed		302
O
Odd smash! ’tis hard aw can’t rub dust off27
On each market day, Sir, the folks on the Quay, Sir43
Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell61
On Rhenish, Medeira, Port, Cleret and Sherry66
Of a’ the many bonny corps101
On July seventh, the suthe to say143
On Saturday196
O bonny Hobby Elliott221
On Bamboroughshire’s rocky shore161
Old Janus advances all cloathed in white171
Of all the Kirkharle bonny lasses180
Oh, have you seen the blushing rose211
Of a Pitman we’ll sing242
On travelling down Tweed-side251
On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old262
Old Jarrow, long fam’d for monastical lore304
Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing321
O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen322
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Roll on thy way, thrice happy Tyne11
Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream56
Rookhope stands in a pleasant place276
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Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear62
Sir James Duncan and Co. their kind compliments send97
Sir Swinton was a doughty knight152
Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows237
Since Winter’s keen blast must to Zephyr give place243
Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad300
Six centeries since, some say, a son of South Seaton307
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’Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow8
Turks, Infidels, Pagans, Jews, Christians and Tartars19
The jailor, for trial, had brought up a thief23
The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie36
The Baff week is o’er—no repining—38
To sing some nymph in her cot58
Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney68
The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose77
Tho’ lofty bards sublimer sing91
The plaint of a mourner, deep sorrow oppres’d with103
The Perssye came byfore hys oste111
The Persé owt off Northomberlonde118
The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent122
’Twas he that rul’d his Country’s heart142
There’s Roadley’s ‘cloud capt’ lofty hill150
The king is gone from Bambrough Castle156
The kye are come hame161
The routing the earl of Mar’s forces175
The little priest of Felton189
There lives a lass in Felton town190
The lady sat in leafy bow’r202
The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May212
To fertile soil and fragrant air220
The king has written a broad letter225
The first of March, from Cockle Park231
The ploughman he comes home at night237
There was five wives at Acomb256
’Twas on a summer’s evening275
Thro’ Durham County fam’d of old287
They’ve prest my dear Johnny301
The sailors are all at the bar306
There is not in the world’s terraqueous round310
’Tis said that in the good old times319
The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d320
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Unsullied mirth attend this feast219
Upon the stately river Tees265
Up the raw, ma bonny hinny297
Up the Butcher bank299
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Whe’s like my Johnny5
Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny9
When unprovok’d, when foreign foes15
When Fame brought the news of Great Britain’s success21
Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows33
Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ our island rebellows34
When war’s destructive rage did cease53
When cooling zephyrs wanton play59
Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow60
Who’s he that with great Mercury strides68
We march’d from the camps with our hearts full of woe85
What pleasure oft ’tis to reveal88
When Royal Ge—e on new year’s day94
When we were silly sisters seven, sisters we were so fair147
Wold you please to hear of a sang of dule166
When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms290
While visiting this dark abode292
We’ll all away to the Lowlights306
Whence those cries, my soul that harrow312
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Ye sons of Parnassus, whose brains are inspir’d67
Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde107
Ye muses nine, if ye think fit185
Ye sacred nine descend218
Young Solomon, tir’d of a batchelors life252
Ye Stockton lads and lasses too267
Ye freeholders of Stockton town269
Young men and maidens all, I pray you now attend271
You Sunderland lasses draw near284
Ye sons of Sunderland, with shouts that rival ocean’s roar285

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