Up the raw, ma bonny hinny, Thou BANGS THEM A’, lass every day; Thou’s a’ _clagcanded_, ma bonny hinny, Thou’s double _japanded_, ma canny bairn.
For hide and hue, ma bonny hinny, Thou bangs the crew, my canny bairn; Up the raw, ma bonny hinny, Thou bangs them a’, lass, ma canny bairn.
If ye want a busom, For to sweep your house; Come to me, my lasses, Ye ma ha’ your choose. Buy broom busoms, Buy them when they’re new; Buy broom busoms, Better never grew.
If I had a horse, I would have a cart; If I had a wife, She would take my part. Buy broom busoms, &c.
Had I but a wife, I care not who she be; If she be a woman, That’s enough for me. Buy broom busoms, &c.
If she lik’d a drop, Her and I’d agree; If she did not like it, There’s the more for me. Buy broom busoms, &c.
_To the foregoing Verses, BLIND WILLY (the native Minstrel of Newcastle) has added the following simple Rhymes:--_
Up the Butcher Bank, And down Byker Chare; There you’ll see the lasses, Selling brown ware. Buy broom busoms, &c.
Along the Quayside, Stop at Russell’s Entry; There you’ll see the beer drawer, She is standing sentry. Buy broom busoms, &c.
If you want an oyster, For to taste your mouth, Call at Handy Walker’s, He’s a bonny youth. Buy broom busoms, &c.
Call at Mr Loggie’s, He does sell good wine; There you’ll see the beer drawer, She is very fine. Buy broom busoms, &c.
If you want an orange, Ripe and full of juice; Gan to Hannah Black, There you’ll get your choose. Buy broom busoms, &c.
Call at Mr Turner’s, At the Queen’s Head; He’ll not set you away, Without a piece bread. Buy broom busoms, &c.
Down the river side, As far as Dent’s Hole; There you’ll see the cuckolds, Working at the coal. Buy broom busoms, &c.
Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad, Gang down the waggon way? His pocket full of money, And his poke full of hay.
Aye but he’s a bonny lad, As ever ye did see; Tho’ he’s sair pock brocken, And he’s blind of an e’e.
There’s ne’er a lad like ma’ lad, Drives to a staith on Tyne; Tho’ coal-black on work days, On holidays he’s fine.
Ma’ lad’s a bonny lad, The bonniest I see; Wiv his fine posey waistcoat, And buckles at his knee.
Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye, Brandling and Ridley carries the day! Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye, There’s plenty of coals on our waggon way.