He was born and bred in Gateshead, this famous Geordie lad
And on his seventh birthday, got a football from his dad
It didn’t take him long to learn to play that game
Though the other kids scoffed him, he was on his way to fame
CHORUS:
They come from many miles aroond on Grab a Granny Neet
From the country and the toons on Grab a Granny Neet
As long as you’re not fussy, and ye divvent have two left feet
You can hardly fail to score on Grab a Granny Neet Continue reading
CHORUS :
The day we went to Kielder, there were lots of folk there
Afternoon concerts, in the open air
Competitions for musicians, and those who knew a song
And if they had a chorus, we would sing along Continue reading
They came for the Tall Ships Race in the summer eighty six,
From a dozen diff’rent nations there were eighty diff’rent ships.
CHORUS : The week there were Tall Ships on the Tyne,
The week there were Tall Ships on the Tyne,
Even the Queen made a visit to the scene,
The week there were Tall Ships on the Tyne,
As this blog is very much a work in progress I’m using this page to keep track of a number of things related to our albums. Firstly I’m trying to track down all our various albums, album covers, & track listings, so I’m documenting here the ones I’ve found as I’ve found them. Eventually you’ll be able to access all of the recordings for each album. Secondly I’m hoping to track down the various different recordings of each song as I’m sure there will be multiples. Thirdly I’m trying to keep track of where older recordings were re-used in compilations. This is a labour of love to document both the songs of my Dad, Wilf Mitford, but also our recording & performing career. Continue reading
Take a tip mate, and take a trip mate
to Gateshead on the Tyne,
For twenty two weeks, you’ll see more than leeks,
let’s hope the weather’s fine
CHORUS: It was thirteen miles at the most on the Great North Run
From Newcastle to the South Shields coast, on the Great North Run
In Newcastle on Tyne ev’ry year,
On the Town Moor there is a fair,
The Hoppings in the last full week of June.
The largest travelling fair around,
Gets the show off the ground,
Race Saturday commencing at twelve noon.
One sunny Sat’day morning, aroond the middle of June,
The wife sez “We’re ganning oot, it opens at twelve noon”,
The place was packed when we arrived, the Mayor of Blyth was there,
And we had a good time at, the Cramlington Village Fair.
In the North of England there’s a beautiful land,
A Kingdom of castles and silvery sands,
Where the wall built by Hadrian, the Emperor, stands,
That’s Northumbria
