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Me nyem it's Billy Oliver,

Iv Benwell town aw dwell;

And aw's a cliver chep, aw's shure,

Tho' aw de say'd mysel.

Sic an a cliver chep am aw, am aw, am aw,

Sic an a cliver chep am aw.

There's not a lad iv a' wur wark,

Can put or hew wi' me;

Nor not a lad iv Benwell toon,

Can coax the lasses se.

Sic an a cliver cliep am aw.

When aw gans tiv Newcassel toon,

Aw myeks mawsel se fine,

Wur neybors stand and stare at me,

And say, 'Eh! what a shine!'

Sic an a cliver chep am aw.

And then aw walks wi' sic an air,

That, if the folks hev eyes,

They a'wis think it's sum greet man,

That's cum in i' disguise.

Sic an a cliver chep am aw.

And when aw gans down Westgate-street,

And alang biv Denton-chare,

Aw whussels a' the way aw gans,

To myek the people stare.

Sic an a cliver chep am aw.

And then aw gans intiv the Cock,

Ca's for a pint o' beer;

And when the lassie comes in wid,

Aw a'wis says, Maw dear!

Sic an a cliver chep am aw.

And when aw gets a pint o' beer,

Aw a'wis sings a sang;

For aw've a nice yen aw can sing,

Six an' thorty vairses lang.

Sic an a cliver chep am aw.

And if the folks that's i' the house,

Cry, 'Haud yor tongue, ye cull!'

Aw's sure to hev a fight wi' them,

For aw's as strang as ony bull.

Sic an a cliver chep am aw.

And when aw've had a fight or twee,

And fairly useless grown;

Aw back, as drunk as aw can be,

To canny Benwell toon.

Sic an a cliver chep am aw.