The Wallsend Rifle Corps
Of a’ the many bonny corps,
Which now our country nigh fill,
Where can ye shew me sic a corps,
As the bonny Wallsend Rifle?
The bonny Wallsend Rifle,
The canny Wallsend Rifle;
Where can ye shew me sic a corps,
As the bonny Wallsend Rifle?
Whe loups the dykes, an’ climbs the wa’s,
Then thinks it but a trifle?
Why, naen amang the black-breek’d chaps;
Naen but the Wallsend Rifle.
The bonny, &c.
They’ve brav’ry aboon the een;
And when on Throckley High Fell,
Th’ Newcastle chaps dar’d not engage;
They tuke the Wallsend Rifle.
The bonny, &c.
To see them shut, then run, then shut,
And then fall down or lye still:
O wuns! it’s better than a play,
The bonny Wallsend Rifle.
The bonny, &c.
With bravery to kill the French,
Long may their bosoms high fill:
And long may monny on us sing—
The bonny Wallsend Rifle.
The bonny, &c.