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A thick veil of mist, the Tyne valley did fill 
As I crested the top of the high Hareshaw hill, 
Aa’ heard musical strains in the vale far below 
As onward Aa headed for Bellingham Show.

As up through the town me owld bike Aa did drive 
The crowd was as thick as brown bees round a hive, 
The rich and the poor, the high, great and low 
All had come for enjoyment at Bellingham Show.

They were there from the banks of the Tyne and the Rede 
The Coquet and Wansbeck and ?? silvery Tweed, 
All jumpin with glee, full of dash, fun and go 
Mekkin’ haste to be in at Bellingham Show.

There were horses and cattle, bull stirks, calves and cows 
There was old tups and gimmers, young dinmonts and yowes, 
They were there from the uplands and lands lyin’ low. 
The flower of the Cheviots at Bellingham Show.

There were dogs of all classes, both red and white cakes 
There were cats, cocks and hens, chickens, white ducks and drakes, 
There were pigs in salt butter, but salted also 
Dressed sticks and hen eggs at Bellingham Show

The farmers looked happy, the wools had a rise 
The lambs have selled weel, the yowes hev likewise, 
Their bright smiling faces as they wandered to and fro 
Bespoke of contentment at Bellingham Show.

?? and go forth at dawn the next morn 
Just after the smile when the sweet sun was born, 
Man the cry of his hounds and his loud tallyho 
Near eclipsed all the joys of Bellingham Show.
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