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Whe's like my Johnny,

Sae leish, sae blithe, sae bonny?

He's foremost 'mang the mony

Keel lads o' Coaly Tyne;

He'll set or row sae tightly,

Or in the dance sae sprightly,

He'll cut and shuffle sightly:

'Tis true—were he not mine.

Weel may the keel row,

The keel row, the keel row,

Weel may the keel row,

That my laddie's in:

He wears a blue bonnet,

A bonnet, a bonnet,

He wears a blue bonnet,

A dimple in his chin.

He's nae mair o' learning,

Than tells his weekly earning,

Yet reet frae wrang discerning,

Tho' brave, nae bruiser he:

Tho' he no worth a plack is,

His awn coat on his back is,

And nyen can say that black is

The white o' Johnny's e'e.

Weel may the keel row, &c.

He takes his quairt right dearly,

Each comin' pay-day, nearly,

Then talks O, latin O—cheerly,

Or mavies jaws away;

How caring not a feather,

Nelson and he together,

The springey French did lether.

And gar'd them shab away.

Weel may the keel row, &c.

We're a' kings comparely,

In each I'd spy a fairly,

An' ay wad Johnny barly,

He gets sic bonny bairns:

Go bon, the queen, or misses,

But wad, for Johnny's kisses,

Luik upon as blisses,

Scrimp meals, caff beds, and dairns.

Weel may the keel row, &c.

Wor lads, like their deddy,

To fight the French are ready;

But gie's a peace that's steady,

And breed cheep as langsyne;

May a' the press-gang perish,

Each lass her laddie cherish:

Lang may the Coal Trade flourish

Upon the dingy Tyne.

Weel may the keel row, &c.

Breet Star o' Heaton,

You're ay wor darling sweet on';

May heaven's blessings leet on

Your lyedy, bairns, and ye!

God bless the King and Nation!

Each bravely fill his station:

Our canny Corporation, Lang may they sing, wi' me, Weel may the keel row, &c.