The hot headed geniuses of Sandgate are leaping round town tonight
but
the place is drunk and the walkways stagger
and
there seems no sense in historic streets.
Where
old sailors lamented and hand carts rested
and
ships grew up on the river,
the
times merge in the swaying crowds
and
fancy dress keelmen swig in the night.
Here's
the 'hot headed geniuses'
gannin
doon with the tide
to
plant bites on fresh lasses' necks,
and
the hours keel over
and
the days rock on,
as
the love-bitten 'Lass of Byker Hill'
falls
in the Keelman's Arms.
So
let the pipers play
this
Tyneside story
all
over again.
It's
a Geordie nightmare,
a
black and white dream
all
for you,
with
knobs on.
Keith
Armstrong and Trevor Teasdel
*
John Wesley was rescued by fishwife Mrs Bailes from what he termed
'the hot-headed geniuses of Sandgate' when he preached from the steps
of Newcastle's Guildhall
