1st Eleven

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The Entertainers

Glory Football

Wor Jackie’s the Greatest

Tanner a Bag

Milk and Two Sugars

Ode to Frank Clark

Until My Dying Day

So Easy

Goals to Newcastle

We’ll Have a Party

The One and Only

A Long Way From Gateshead

Geordie Boys

To Sing The Blaydon Races


INTRO

The Entertainers

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

When the entertainers come to play

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

At three o’clock on Saturday

They’ll have us on the edge of our seat

Before it’s over we’ll be on our feet

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

When the entertainers come to play

So h’way the lads

Now give us some thrills

We’ll forget all our troubles

And our unpaid bills

Take us away from the workaday world

And all our worries and woes

You’ll leave us grinning

If you end up winning

Come on, let the good times roll

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

When the entertainers come to play

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

At three o’clock on Saturday

They’ll have us on the edge of our seat

Before it’s over we’ll be on our feet

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

When the entertainers come to play

So h’way the lads

Let’s get on the attack

That’s a Newcastle shirt

You’ve got on your back

Take us away from the workaday world

From all our worries and our woes

We get so excited

For Newcastle United

Come on, let the good times roll

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

When the entertainers come to play

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

At three o’clock on Saturday

They’ll have us on the edge of our seat

Before it’s over we’ll be on our feet

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

When the entertainers come to play

So h’way the lads

Now put on a show

We’re all revved up

And rarin’ to go

Take us away from the workaday world

And all our worries and our woes

You’ll leave us grinning

If you end up winning

Come on, let the good times roll

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

When the entertainers come to play

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

At three o’clock on Saturday

They’ll have us on the edge of our seat

Before it’s over we’ll be on our feet

Hey hey

We get wor money’s worth

When the entertainers come to play

H’way the lads

Now give us a lift

There’s not much life

On the graveyard shift

Take us away from the workaday world

Forget all our troubles and our woes

Our Newcastle United

Will leave us delighted

Come on, let the good times roll

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INTRO

Glory Football

I stood on the terraces when I was a kid

just like my Dad and my Grandad did

Home or away, each Saturday

I just loved to watch the Magpies play

Glory, glory football

Oh what a beautiful game

Alan Alan Shearer

Oh what a magical name

And I’m in heaven

when my favourite eleven

score another wonderful goal

Oh my my

I can almost fly

I’m as merry as Old King Cole

Cheers or tears, cheers or tears

I still get a kick out of football

even after all these years

I played centre forward when I was a kid

at inside left was my cousin Sid

we won a few, lost a few

and once in while we drew 2-2

Glory, glory football

Oh what a beautiful game

Peter Peter Beardsley

Oh what a magical name

And I’m in heaven…

I stood on the terraces all soaking wet

praying for the ball to land in the net

One-nil up, two-nil up,

When it was all over we won the cup

Glory, glory football

Oh what a beautiful game

Jackie Jackie Milburn

Oh what a magical name

And I’m in heaven…

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Wor Jackie’s The Greatest

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, that canny Geordie son

He scored the goals that won the cup in 1951

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, a Geordie through and through

He led the team that won the cup in 1952

I first saw Wor Jackie play when I was ten years old

Squeezed in like a sardine behind the Leazes goal

The roar that filled St James’s Park sent shivers down me spine

From that day on my hero was Wor Jackie, number nine

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, that canny Geordie son

He scored the goals that won the cup in 1951

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, a Geordie through and through

He led the team that won the cup in 1952

I played for a sorry team, we hardly won a game

We couldn’t score for monkey nuts, it was a cryin’ shame

One day I asked Wor Jackie if he’d show me a few tricks

Next game I played a blinder and we finished up with six

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, that canny Geordie son

He scored the goals that won the cup in 1951

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, a Geordie through and through

He led the team that won the cup in 1952

When I was in Newcastle last I had a bit walk roond

I had me photo taken at his statue in the toon

It brought to mind those happy days, how fondly I recall

The roar that filled St. James’s when Wor Jackie had the ball

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, that canny Geordie son

He scored the goals that won the cup in 1951

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, a Geordie through and through

He led the team that won the cup in 1952

I know those days are long ago, new heroes reign today

I’m gettin’ sentimental now as I grow old and grey

I’ll be Wor Jackie’s biggest fan until me time runs out

Wor Jackie’s name will never die, I’ll tell you that for nowt

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, that canny Geordie son

He scored the goals that won the cup in 1951

Wor Jackie’s the greatest, a Geordie through and through

He led the team that won the cup in 1952

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INTRO

Tanner a Bag

Let me tell you mister

it’s not like me to brag

But that’s my Uncle Fred down there

Beside the corner flag

He comes to every home game

In his cloth cap and his mac

He’s the man you look for

when you’re ready for a snack

Peanuts tanner a bag he cries

Peanuts tanner a bag

Yes that’s my Uncle Fred down there

Beside the corner flag

Everybody knows him as

St. James’s Peanut King

He leads the throng of voices

When all the Geordies sing

He’s seen all the great ones

That set the Toon alight

Mitchell Taylor Milburn

Eastham Allchurch and White

He fills my head with stories

Of players blessed with skill

They’ve long since hung their boots up

But I see them dancing still

Peanuts tanner a bag he cries

Peanuts tanner a bag

Yes that’s my Uncle Fred down there

Beside the corner flag

Everybody knows him as

St. James’s Peanut King

He leads the throng of voices

When all the Geordies sing

I hope that when I’m older

As I put my bairns to bed

I’ll fill their heads with wonder

Just like my uncle Fred

Of all the canny players

I’ve seen down the years

A storehouse full of memories

My magpie souvenirs

Peanuts tanner a bag he cries

Peanuts tanner a bag

Yes that’s my Uncle Fred down there

Beside the corner flag

Everybody knows him as

St. James’s Peanut King

He leads the throng of voices

When all the Geordies sing

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INTRO

Milk and two sugars

Down at St. James’s one frigid afternoon

I was there as always to cheer on the Toon

At the half-time whistle I went down for tea

The face of an angel was looking back at me

Milk and two sugars and a cloud of lovely steam

And a face that seemed familiar from a long forgotten dream

I was so bedazzled by her bonny smile and laugh

I never saw a minute of the whole second half

Well I worked up my nerve and I said “What’s your name?

Would you have a drink with me after the game?”

At first she blushed a little, I thought I’d gone too far

She said “I’ll meet you later on down at Rosie’s Bar”

Milk and two sugars and a cloud of lovely steam

And a face that seemed familiar from a long forgotten dream

I was so bedazzled by her bonny smile and laugh

I never saw a minute of the whole second half

Well that’s how it all started, that moment changed my life

And that bonny half-time angel is my milk and sugar wife

Now we watch the games together high in the Milburn stand

When the final whistle blows we walk home hand in hand

Milk and two sugars and a cloud of lovely steam

And a face that seemed familiar from a long forgotten dream

I was so bedazzled by her bonny smile and laugh

I never saw a minute of the whole second half

Milk and two sugars and a cloud of lovely steam

And a face that seemed familiar from a long forgotten dream

I was so bedazzled by her bonny smile and laugh

I never saw a minute of the whole second half

I never saw a minute of the whole second half

Never regretted missing the whole second half

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Ode to Frank Clark

Come on lads and lasses all

Come on raise your glasses all

Let’s have a hearty cheer for old Frank Clark

And thirteen loyal years at St. James’s Park

A fullback from the old school

who kept the foe at bay

A yeoman in the rearguard

who never shied away

He faced the crafty wingers

and strikers full of might

He was an unsung hero

who wore the black and white

Come on lads and lasses all…

I was there that storied night

He scored his only goal

A cup tie against Doncaster

A wonder to behold

Frankie crossed the half-way line

Oh I can see him yet

He whacked the ball with all his might

And it bulged the Rovers’ net

Come on lads and lasses all…

Some said it was an accident

Some said it was divine

And some said if he keeps this up

He’ll want the number nine

I can see him smiling

As his team-mates shook his hand

Frankie’s magic moment

That lit up Geordie land

Come on lads and lasses all…

A fullback from the old school…

Come on lads and lasses all…

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INTRO

Until my dyin’ day

Oh take me back to Geordie land

To see the Magpies play

For that is where my heart belongs

until my dyin’ day

My brother was a winger

With magic in his feet

He danced across the cobblestones

When we played in the street

And in our dreams we wore the shirts

Of players we adored

Seymour, Hudspeth, Gallagher

Were with us when we scored

Oh brother, we are old men now

Yet how our memories shine

As we recall our glory days

Down by the River Tyne

I’ve got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I’m going home to Geordie land

To sing my last refrain

Oh take me back to Newcastle

To see the Magpies play

For that is where my heart belongs

until my dyin’ day

I’ve got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I’m going home to Geordie land

And there I shall remain

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INTRO

So Easy

I’m just an old gadgie long since past me prime

I’ve seen all the great ones play in my time

Now buy me a jar of Newcastle Brown Ale

I’ll tell you a sorrowful black and white tale

So don’t be surprised if you see a tear

roll down me cheek and land in me beer

For the canniest player that I’ve ever seen

that wee Scots magician his name’s Tony Green

He made it look easy, so easy

His touch was so true and so sweet

He made it look easy, so easy

As he danced with the ball at his feet

Swift as a whippet

How he flew down the wing

Leaving half-backs and full-backs in awe

He’d freeze them in place

Daft look on their face

They couldn’t believe what they saw

He made it look easy, so easy

His touch was so true and so sweet

He made it look easy, so easy

As he danced with the ball at his feet

We knew it was only a matter of time

Till Tony brought silverware back to the Tyne

But he was forced by an injury out of the game

We idolised him, it’s a terrible shame

The bad news on the wireless cut like a knife

Joe Harvey said: “It’s the saddest day of me life”

After playing just 39 games for the team

His knee wouldn’t heal

And it shattered our dream

He made it look easy, so easy

His touch was so true and so sweet

He made it look easy, so easy

As he danced with the ball at his feet

Swift as a whippet

How he flew down the wing

Leaving half-backs and full-backs in awe

He’d freeze them in place

Daft look on their face

They couldn’t believe what they saw

Ask all the old chaps in the Strawberry pub

And even the toffs in the platinum club

If they remember young Tony Green

And they’ll say he’s the best they’ve ever seen

They’ll stare at their beer and blink back a tear

As they think of the days when he brought them such cheer

On to a man they will all say the same

It’s a pity you never saw him play the game

He made it look easy, so easy

His touch was so true and so sweet

He made it look easy, so easy

As he danced with the ball at his feet

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INTRO

Goals to Newcastle

Born with the heart of a lion

Blessed with the strength of an ox

Shearer, Shearer

From the hair on his head

To the toes in his socks

Shearer, Shearer

Fire in his eye, never-say die

His name rings out like a battlecry

Shearer, Shearer, Shearer

As tough as a deep pit miner

As fierce as a North Sea gale

Shearer, Shearer

He’s as much part of us

As Newcastle Brown Ale

Shearer, Shearer

Fire in his eye, never-say die

His name rings out like a battlecry

Shearer, Shearer, Shearer

He brings goals to Newcastle

He brings them by the ton

He’s gung-ho

he’s a dynamo

He’s the best of all bar none

He knows how to inspire

The great toon army choir

Fifty thousand voices

Raised in admiration

Hail the King of Gallowgate

Unite, the Geordie Nation

The blokes and the lads along my street

All share the same grand dream

Shearer, Shearer

To wear shirt number nine

And score goals for the team

Shearer, Shearer

Fire in his eye, never-say die

His name rings out like a battle-cry

Shearer, Shearer, Shearer

He brings goals to Newcastle

He brings them by the ton

He’s gung-ho

he’s a dynamo

He’s the best of all bar none

He knows how to inspire

The great toon army choir

Fifty thousand voices

Raised in admiration

Hail the King of Gallowgate

Unite, the Geordie Nation

Born with the heart of a lion

As quick and as smart as a fox

Shearer, Shearer

From the hair on his head

To the toes in his socks

Shearer, Shearer

Fire in his eye, never-say die

His name rings out like a battle-cry

Shearer, Shearer, Shearer

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We’ll have a party

Jubilation if we win

But we if we lose

We’ll take it on the chin

Roll back the rug

We’ll have a party

We won’t hang our heads and cry

Or wonder how or why

We’ll just roll back the rug

And have a party

Well we gathered down the street at Auntie Nelly’s

She’s the one who had a colour telly

There were loads of chicken sandwiches

With ginger beer and stout

I had a glass of Mackeson’s

And I thought I might pass out

Then kick-off time came around

Someone cried “Turn up the sound”

Roll back the rug, we’ll have a party

Grandad said “I’ve been a fan through thick and thin

And I’ll die a happy man if we can win

But even if we don’t, let’s not moan and sing the blues”

Then Man City scored first and I feared that we would lose

Then Gowling pulled us even

I jumped on Uncle Stephen

Roll back the rug, we’ll have a party

Jubilation if we win

But we if we lose

We’ll take it on the chin

Roll back the rug

We’ll have a party

We won’t hang our heads and cry

Or wonder how or why

We’ll just roll back the rug

And have a party

When the half time whistle finally blew

Everybody scrambled for the loo

I nipped outside to smoke a secret tab behind the shed

I snogged with cousin Maureen and it went reet to me head

She was fifteen I was fourteen

And I thought I’d made the scene

Roll back the rug, we’ll have a party

Then I sat went back into the house again

I sat down next to cousin Ben

Ready for the second half, we said

“Come on, attack.

Just get the ball into the net

H’way man, Super Mac!”

Then Dennis Tueart broke me heart

And our dream it fell apart

We rolled bag the rug and had a party

His oh-so-clever overhead kick

made us all feel really bloody sick

And when that final whistle blew

The score stood two to one

There was nae point in complainin’

When all was said and done

So I wolfed down a stotty cake

That me Auntie Elsie baked

We rolled back the rug and had a party

Then Grandad fetched his squeezebox from the attic

You should have seen us black and white fanatics

He played “Cushie Butterfield”

We yelled “h’way the lads”

The twins they danced a polka

And they dunched me mum and dad

Ted strummed on his old guitar

We all sang “Whiskey in the Jar”

We rolled back the rug and had a party

Jubilation if we win

But we if we lose

We’ll take it on the chin

Roll back the rug

We’ll have a party

We won’t hang our heads and cry

Or wonder how or why

We’ll just roll back the rug

And have a party

We’ll just roll back the rug

And have a party

We’ll just roll back the rug

And have a party

Wey aye, man!

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The One and Only

Dear Cousin Trevor

I hope you’re feeling clever

I hope the sun shines on your wedding day

Any news from Gallowgate?

I like to keep right up to date

It’s not easy from so far away

Now Longbenton’s pride and joy

Is our own Newcastle boy

He’s really got the Whitecaps riding high

Vancouver’s turning footie mad

Thanks to our local likely lad

He’s the one and only Peter Beardsley

He’s a Whitecap now

And I love to watch him play

He makes me feel at home

So very far away

But deep down in my heart

How I hope one day he flies

Back to dear old Newcastle

And the magpies

Back to dear old Newcastle

And the magpies

It was wanderlust I guess

It’s in my blood, I do confess

That made me into a gypsy rover

Still me thoughts turn homeward bound

To that grand old football ground

You’ll meet Geordie boys like me

The wide world over

He’s a Whitecap now

And I love to watch him play

He makes me feel at home

So far away

But deep down in my heart

How I hope one day he flies

Back to dear old Newcastle

And the magpies

Back to dear old Newcastle

And the magpies

They even love his Geordie burr

They know “wey aye man” means “yes, sir”

He’s such a credit to the Geordie nation

Vancouver’s turning football mad

Thanks to this local likely lad

He’s the one and only Peter Beardsley

He’s a Whitecap now

And I love to watch him play

He makes me feel at home

So far away

But deep down in my heart

How I hope one day he flies

Back to dear old Newcastle

And the magpies

Back to dear old Newcastle

And the magpies

So please give my regards

To Uncle Dave and Auntie Barb

Tell them that I’m well and doing fine

And when you’re in the Blackie Boy

Buy a round for Stan and Roy

And say “hi” from the Fraser to the Tyne

He’s a Magpie now

And they love to watch him play

We’ll miss him at the Swanguard

Every single day

But me I feel so glad

That he flew away

Back to dear old Newcastle

And the magpies

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A long way from Gateshead

Why ya leavin’, why ya leavin’, why ya leavin’, you?

It’s been a long time since I felt this blue

When I heard the news I said “It canna be true”

This magpie’s got a tear in his eyev
I’m gonna have myself a long good cry

The lad we call Gazza is goin’ away

Oh how I wish we could make him stay

Oh how I wish we could make him stay

I don’t want Gazza to go away

Not long ago I was over the moon

Now I’m sick as a parrot Gazza’s leavin’ the Toon

It’s a long way, Gazza,

from Gateshead

to Chelsea and Leicester Square

I’ll miss that radgie grin of yours

Oh, Gazza, it’s just not fair!

It’s a long long way from Gateshead

To the big bad London scene

Please remember your manners, son,

When you take tea with the Queen

“He’s as daft as a brush,” some people say

With his brains in his feet but that’s okay

He makes us laugh and he gives us thrills

With his doolally antics and his football skills

Gazza goodbye, take care, beware

It’s crawling with sharks and spivs out there

Them Cockney lads are a villainous pack

They smile while they’re stabbin’ you in the back

Not long ago I was over the moon

Now I’m sick as a parrot Gazza’s leavin’ the Toon

It’s a long way, Gazza,

from Gateshead

to Soho and Savile Row

I’ll miss that cheeky look of yours

I just want you to know

It’s a long way Gazza,

from Gateshead

To the big bad London scene

Please remember your manners, son

When you take tea with the Queen

It’s all about money, fortune and fame

I know well enough that’s part of the game

But I’ve seen him play and it’s jazz on grass

I’m gutted and sobbin’ like a big soft lass

Can’t picture him playin’ in another shirt

I’d rather see him dressed in a frilly skirt

He looked so fine wearin’ black and white

I’m ganna gan oot and get bladdered tonight

Not long ago I was over the moon

Now I’m sick as a parrot Gazza’s leavin’ the Toon

It’s a long way, Gazza,

from Gateshead

to the Strand and Pimlico

I wish you were staying right here at home

How I hate to see you go

It’s a long, long way from Gateshead

To the big bad London scene

Just remember your manners, son

When you take tea with the Queen

It’s been a long time since I felt this blue

When I heard the news I said “It canna be true”

This magpie’s got a tear in his eye

I’m gonna have myself a long good cry

The lad we call Gazza is goin’ away

Oh how I wish we could make him stay

Oh how I wish we could make him stay

I don’t want Gazza to go away

Not long ago I was over the moon

Now I’m sick as a parrot Gazza’s leavin’ the Toon

It’s a long way, Gazza,

from Gateshead

to the Metropolitan Line

Please turn your back on the River Thames

Come home to the River Tyne

It’s a long, long way from Gateshead

To the big bad London scene

Just remember your manners, son

When you take tea with the Queen

Keep a goin’

Where you goin’

Why you leavin’

Why you goin’

It’s a long way, Gazza,

from Gateshead

to Lambeth and Waterloo

I wish you were staying right here at home

But there’s nothing that I can do

It’s a long, long way from Gateshead

To the big bad London scene

Just remember your manners, son

When you take tea with the Queen

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Geordie Boys

Oh Geordie boys, the Tyne, the Tyne is calling

From hill and dale across Northumberland

We shall return to where the magpies gather

In black and white, united we shall stand

And we’ll be there beside that emerald meadow

To sing your name wherever you may go

Yes we’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Geordie boys, oh Geordie boys we love you so

Oh Geordie boys, our song, our song is ringing

Home or away our hearts are filled with pride

So come what may, a time of joy or sorrow

We’ll always stand united at your side

Oh we’ll be there, our voices ever with you

Let cold rain fall or storms of winter blow

We’ll follow you to sing you on to glory

Oh Geordie boys, oh Geordie boys we love you so

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To Sing the Blaydon Races

We’re Toon Army travelers

We’re on our way again

Following the fortunes

Of Sir Bobby and his men

Not so very long ago

We went to the Ukraine

And now once more we pack our bags

We’re off to sunny Spain

We come from every walk of life

A crowd of smiling faces

We’ve got wor maps and phrase books

We’ve got wor bags and cases

We love to see the famous sites

In all them foreign places

We’ve even been to Rotterdam

To sing the Blaydon Races

You’ll know us by our natty shirts

In classic black and white

Our lovely Geordie accent

Will every ear delight

So let us enterain you

With our strong and lusty voices

And if we win you can be sure

The whole Toon then rejoices

We come from every walk of life

A crowd of smiling faces

We’ve got wor maps and phrase books

We’ve got wor bags and cases

We love to see the famous sites

In all them foreign places

We’ve even been to Rotterdam

To sing the Blaydon Races

So “Hola” Barcelona

“Bon Giorno” to Milano

We’re glad we finally have the chance

To really get to know you

We’ll see you back at our place soon

Now that should be a lark

We promise you a magic night

At old St. James’ Park

We come from every walk of life

A crowd of smiling faces

We’ve got wor maps and phrase books

We’ve got wor bags and cases

We love to see the famous sites

In all them foreign places

We’ve even been to Rotterdam

To sing the Blaydon Races

Gan on me bonny lads

Next stop is Leverkusen

A fine town on the Rhine

We feel right at home here

It’s so much like the Tyne

And every time the ball lands in

The Leverkus net

We’ll all stand up and roar with glee

“Auf Wiedersehen Pet”

We come from every walk of life

A crowd of smiling faces

We’ve got wor maps and phrase books

We’ve got wor bags and cases

We love to see the famous sites

In all them foreign places

We’ve even been to Rotterdam

To sing the Blaydon Races

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