I'll warrant ye've never seen me lass, her name I cannot mention, For fear ye'll gan an' tell her how I like her, so I de! Well, it's just for lads and lasses for te whisper their affection, The bonniest lass in Gateshead's bonny face has bothered me. The bonniest lass in Gateshead's bonny face has bothered me.
Well, the first time I saw her, I thowt I didn't know her, But I'm sure I'd seen her face before, I couldn't think of where, Her blue eyes met mine in passing, up the High Street in the morning. And her look was so entrancing that me heart was mine ne mair. Her look was so entrancing that me heart was mine ne mair.
Well, I didn't see her for a week, then one night at the Bridge End, I stamped upon her gown, and the gathers they come away. She told us I was clumsy, and I said that I was sorry, And I humbly begged her pardon, I was licked for what to say. I humbly begged her pardon, I was licked for what to say.
So I walked on by her side, just as if I had a right to de, The conversation first was shy, but then it turned first class. We talked about the weather, and she mentioned that her father Was a puddler down at Hawks's, oh, me bonny Gateshead lass. A puddler down at Hawks's, oh, me bonny Gateshead lass.
She mentioned, confidentially, that her uncle was a grocer, And her mother's father's cousin was a fiddler on the shore. She talked so nice and friendly and she looked both sweet and pleasant, I thowt I'd never seen a lass so charming like before. I thowt I'd never seen a lass so charming like before.
She says her mother keeps a shop and sells hot pies and candy, And her brother, he's a cobbler in the high part of the town. Now, she was a dressmaker and we got on so well together. That I blessed I'd been so awkward as to stand upon her gown. I blessed I'd been so awkward as to stand upon her gown.
I make her laugh and slap me lug with talking lots of nonsense, But bless you, when you're courting, why there's nowt so good'll pass! I asked her, would she be me lass and I'd take her out on Sunday, To my delight she says “I might,” me bonny Gateshead lass. To my delight she says “I might,” me bonny Gateshead lass.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
