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Captain Bover

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Where hev ye been, me canny hinny?
Where hev ye been, me winsome man?
Where hev ye been, me canny hinny?
Where hev ye been, me winsome man?

I’ve been to the norrard, cruising back and forrard,
I've been to the norrard, cruising sair and lang;
I've been to the norrard, cruising back and forrard,
But dare na come ashore, for fear o’ Bover and his gang.

When will ye come home, me canny hinny?
When will ye come home, me winsome man?
When will ye come home, me canny hinny?
When will ye come home, me winsome man?

I must stay in the norrard, cruising back and forrard,
I must stay in the norrard, cruising sair and lang;
I must stay in the norrard, cruising back and forrard,
For I dare na come ashore, for fear o’ Bover and his gang.

Here's The Tender Coming

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With additional lyrics by Richard Ridley

Chorus
Here's the tender coming
Pressing all the men
Oh, dear hinny, what shall we do then?
Here's the tender coming
Off at Shield's Bar
Here's the tender coming
Full of men-o-war.

Here's the tender coming
Stealing of me dear,
Oh, dear hinny,
Take you way from here;
They will ship you foreign
That is what this means,
Here's the tender coming
Full of red Marines.

Chorus

If they catch thee Geordie
Who will win our bread?
Me and little Jacky'd
Better off be dead
So hide thee, canny Geordie
Hide theesel' away,
Hide thee till the tender
Passes Druridge bay;

Chorus

So haway me bonnie lassie,
Come doon to the shore
See the tender lying off at Shields Bar
With its colours flying,
Anchor at the bow
They hev got your laddy,
Best of all the crew.

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Captain John Bover was brought to Newcastle in 1763 to manage the press gangs. The Establishment thought he performed his task very well, as a plaque in St. Nicholas’ Cathedral testifies. This was not the view of the ordinary citizens of Newcastle, who hated Bover and the pressgangs for taking away their men to work in atrocious conditions, endure fighting and likely death.

 

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