Footy Again the Wall
A Song much sung some Years ago, by the Pitmen about Long Benton.
Fra Benton Bank, to Benton town,
There’s not a Pitman’s raw:
So when ye get to the Moor Yate,
Play footy again the wa’.
Then hie footy, and how footy,
And footy again the wa’;
And when ye get to the Moor Yate,
Play footy again the wa’.
The wife went down the Moor Lonnin,
And let her basket fa’;
For when she gat to the Moor Yate,
Play’d footy again the wa’.
Then hie, &c.
The stoby road’s a stoby place,
And some o’ the stobs are la’;
But still there’s some that’s high enough,
For footy again the wa’.
Then hie, &c.
The Holy Stone’s a holy place,
The trees are thick and la’;
But they are nought to the Moor Yate,
For footy again the wa’.
Then hie, &c.
Wapping Square is a bonny place,
The houses are but sma’:
But in them yet there’s room enough,
For footy again the wa’.
Then hie, &c.
The lady did not like the house,
For the air it was raw;
It was sweeter far at the Moor Yate,
For footy again the wa’.
Then hie, &c.
Young Cuddy is a bonny lad,
And Robin’s tall and sma’;
But if you come to wour town end,
They’ll footy again the wa’.
Then hie, &c.