Oh, was glad the strikes
done shooted along
Geordie
Reed
To the group that was standing a -roam
For the care and anxiety's
now torn me heed
And I was getting as thin as a home
For an army in
Jenny had promised to wed
When the money to start -house was won
But the unlucky stock
caused more spirits to drop
So
I's glad, very glad the strike's done
I's glad the strike's done,
said a half -grown lad
For the brasset was getting so short
And the bowlin' and the runnin'
was gone to the bard,
And we'd nigh seen the finish to sport.
To
Newcastle races, some merry and blight,
Well yet start like a shot of a gun.
And it's near now well late
to back one for the plate,
So
I's glad, I'm very glad
the strike's done.
I was glad the strike's done
for the sake of my wife
Says the brave little chap for the crowd
For the pinchin' and
plannin' and sorrow
and strife
Nearly had the poor lass in a shroud
Now cannae bid
Benzel look tidy and trim
When the chapel unsunders that yule
And how thankful, says he,
everybody should be
That the unlucky strike is now done
Was glad the strike's done, cried out
Shockey
Paddjoe
And his words expressed all that he said
For his face wore a smile and his lips give
a smack
As he talked to the prospects of trade
Oh, the business,
what thrivers it did once before,
In the wheels of prosperity run.
Aye, and I'll get me whack,
see a shop keep a jack,
So
I's glad, I'm very glad the
strike's done.
Then the crowd all agreed with
the nod of the heed,
Though I pleased the bad
job was put straight,
In a woman or two was the crowd
that passed through,
Give full vent to the happy delight.
While the bands in the street
were their voices so sweet,
In the height of the glory and fun.
Shoot it hip -hip -hooray,
way it settled the day,
And we're glad,
very glad the strike's done.
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