Archivo para enero 10, 2008

Blaydon Races

enero 10, 2008

Lamento que “mi” Newcastle United siga dando tumbos en el fútbol inglés y que la experiencia de Big Sam a la guía de los Magpies haya finalizado después de tan sólo 8 meses. En el tiempo que mis hijos y yo vivimos en la ciudad a orillas del río Tyne, los Geordies nos mostraron que tienen un corazón grande que siente hondo y late fuerte. Cuando se unen por los colores de su equipo, el sentimiento es inmenso. Estando entre ellos nos agregamos a la Toon Army. Ahora que estamos a un océano de distancia seguimos unidos a tan magnífica afición. Con ellos sentimos desolación. Para animarnos, aquí cuelgo Blaydon Races. Es el himno (no oficial) del Tyneside. Su primera estrofa es la canción más cara a los aficionados del NUFC. La que St James’ Park canta a todo pulmón.

Blaydon Races [al año 1891]

Aw went to Blaydon Races, ‘twas on the ninth of Joon,
Eiteen hundred an’ sixty-two, on a summer’s efternoon;
Aw tyuk the ‘bus frae Balmbra’s, an’ she wis heavy laden,
Away we went alang Collingwood Street, that’s on the road to Blaydon.

[Coro] Oh! me lads, ye shud a’ seen us gannin,
Passin’ the folks upon the road just as they were stannin.
Thor wis lots o’ lads and lasses there, all wi smiling faces
Gannin alang the Scotswood Road to see the Blaydon Races.

We flew past Airmstrang’s factory, and up to the “Robin Adair”,
Just gannin’ doon te the railway bridge, the ‘bus wheel flew off there.
The lasses lost their crinolines off, an’ the veils that hide their faces,
An’ aw got two black eyes an’ a broken nose in gan te Blaydon Races.

[Coro]

When we gat the wheel put on away we went agyen,
But them that had their noses broke they cam back ower hyem;
Sum went to the Dispensary an’ uthers to Doctor Gibbs,
An’ sum sought out the Infirmary to mend their broken ribs.

[Coro]

Noo when we gat to Paradise thor wes bonny gam begun;
Thor was fower-an-twenty on the ‘bus, man, hoo they danced an’ sung;
They called on me to sing a sang, aw sung them “Paddy Fagan”,
Aw danced a jig an’ swung my twig that day aw went to Blaydon.

[Coro]

We flew across the Chain Bridge reet into Blaydon toon,
The bellman he was callin’ there, they call him Jackie Brown;
Aw saw him talkin’ to sum cheps, an’ them he was pursuadin’
To gan an’ see Geordy Ridley’s concert in the Mechanics’ Hall at Blaydon.

[Coro]

The rain it poor’d aw the day an’ myed the groons quite muddy,
Coffy Johnny had a white hat on – they war shootin’ “Whe stole the cuddy.”
There wes spice stalls an’ munkey shows an’ aud wives selling ciders,
An’ a chep wiv a hapenny roond aboot, shootin’ “Now, me boys, for riders.”

[Coro]