The Fiery Clock Fyece

by Anon

O Dick what\’s kept ye aall this time aa\’ve fretted sair aboot ye
Aa thowt ye\’d fallen in the Tyne an wat wad aa deun withoot ye.
O hinny Dolly sit ye doon an heer the news aa\’ve browt fra toon
The Newcassel fowks have catch\’d a moon an med it a fiery clock fyece.

Thoo knaas St.Nicholas Church me pet where we were tied together
That place a knaa ye\’ll not forget..forget it aa will nivvon
Twas there then, jewel saa the seet as aa cam stagggerin\’ throo the street.
Aa thowt it queer at pick dark neet to see a fiery clock fyece.

The folks they stood in flocks aboot an crie d \”How wat the matter\”.
Aa glowered at last aa gov a shoot for them to fetch some watter.
The Church is afire and very seun the bonny place\’ll be burnt deon..
Ye Fyul says a Chep it\’s a bonny moon..they\’ve catched it an myed it a clock fyece.

On Monday when aa gan to wark aa\’ll surely tell wor banksman
If we had such a leet at dark we nivvor wad break wor shanks man.
Me marras an aa\’ll gan to the toon to see if we can catch a moon
If we can only coax one doon we\’ll myek\’t a bonny clock fyece.

Then if we get it doon the pit we\’ll hed stuck on a pole man.
Twill tell hoo wor time gans on likewise to hew wor goals man.
So noo me pet let\’s gan te bed an not forget the neet we wed.
The morn we\’ll tell wor uncle Ned aboot the bonny clock fyece.