Oh, was glad
the strikes done
shooted along Geordie Reed
To the group that was standing around
For the care and anxiety's
now torn me heed
And I was getting as thin as a hone
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
How a 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 nae now a 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 me 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 on Sunday's the tune
And how thankful, says he,
everybody should be
That the unlucky strike is now done
Was glad the strike's done,
cried out Shockey Padjou
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 his 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,
as the crowd that passed through
Gave full vent to their 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,
the way it settled the day
And we're glad,
very glad the strike's done you