Various, The Newcastle Song Book; or, Tyne-Side Songster
“ Our greatness shall appall, And their topsails straight they'll lower to the lords of the Tyne. 'Twas thus with idle rumours poor gentlemen delighted, The honest men of North Shields to fancy gave the rein; Sad proof that when ambition with folly is united, Astonishing chimeras oft occupy the brain. But soon their joy was banish'd, Soon each illusion vanish'd, For news arriv'd the Butcher the Branch could not obtain. Deep, deep in the dumps, (After playing all his trumps) Just as branchless as he went he was 'toddling hyem' again, Newcastle, thou dear canny town! ”
