Battle Fought On The Shields Railway,

 A disagreement between passengers and Railway Police comes to blows and ends in court.

[Note 021.1]

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I' the toon of Newcassel James Archbold dis dwell [Note 021.2]
He's a slater te trade and thinks no small beer on hissel',
And in Gallowgate, just aside the Darn Crook, [Note 021.3]
Stands his house amang smells that would mak a horse puke

I' the same toon a chap leeves, of vary great fame,
For building fine houses - John Dobson's his nyem; [Note 021.4]
His awn stands in New Bridge Street, by way of example,
Blaw me if aw think its a vary good example.

It happened on ______, the _____ of November, [Note 021.7]
A day these two worthies will ever remember -
For Dobson was vary nigh kill'd I suppose,
And poor Mr. Archbold spoilt all his best clothes.

The twosome to dine with John Sadler had been,
At Whitehill-point house, which is weel to be seen
As ye gan down to Shields; but aw'll begin my narration,
With the row that tuik place at Howden-pan station.

Efter dinner, when each yen his belly had fill'd
And some of Jack Sadler's wine had been swill'd
To gan hyem te Newcassel, they left Whitehill house
But before they gat hyem, they gat a vast of abuse.

The station they reached ere the train had gat there,
And they each tuik a ticket, and each paid his fare,
The train it came up, and Dobson gat in
And was just gawn to start when the row did begin.

Noo yen of the pollismen placed at the station [Note 021.9]
With lang Jemmy Archbold had some altercation-
"Your ticket, sir, I must now have from you ?"
"Not before I get in - I'll be d----d if you do."

Upon this the pollisman gave Jemmy a push,
And into the station-house all made a rush
And Dobson noo seeing his friend in such guise,
Jump'd out of his carriage, and went in likewise.

But he gat a blow from a wooden hand, [Note 021.5]
That made him quite sick, and he could not stand,
And then came another sic skelp on the hede
Had his sconce not been thick, he wad hae been dede.

Now Dobson, at yen time was very handy,
And, at schule he played Tinley, of Shields, the great dandy,
And although he now had cone to such skaith,
Cried "Lay by your wood-hands, and I'll lick ye baith".

But he pollisman said "Ye baith prisoners are,
And to Shields ye mun gang, as its not vary far;"
And though they began to be sick of the lark,
To Shields they teun were, though it was after dark.

Ther they saw Mr Cruddas and Inspector Scott
The hed of the pollis wha pitied their lot
And releas'd and snet them hame rather muddy-
Poor Dobson the warst - he was baith sair and bloody

The next day each yen to his torney went
The yen to Parce Fenwick, the other the Sargent
Crowner¹ Stoker, whose specatlces myeks him far-seeted
He's a h-ll of a fellow for getting folk reeted.

A summons they gat - the men cuddent be seen,
The directors detarmin'd the villains to screen
Andwhat was still warse and to save their mutton
Young Tinley tell'd Jackson, they had gone a shutten.

Noo as the summons cuddent be sarv'd
And the pollismen punished as they deserv'd
A warran was getten, and Newton, Allen, and all
Were suin in the cellars beneath the Moot Hall.

Now the justices sat, to hear what they had to say,
And we twe cam frae Shields, for to see fair play;
And William Branlen sat on the bench,
Beside Sandy Ildertan, whe still likes a w-ch,

There was doctors and lawyers and pollismen too
And of railway directors there were not a few,
Including Dick Spoor, whe yence din'd with the Queen,
Sic a crew in the jury-room never was seen

Noo the crowner began and he made a good speech
Call'd Archbold and Dobson, and lastly the Leech
Whe bund Dobson's hede, yen Mr John Lang
Not "the family surgeon", but a rhyme for my sang.

When Archbold was called, he said with much grace,
That Newton held the lanthorn¹ reet in his feace,
And spoke in a manner baith rude and absord
To the town councillor for St Andrew's West ward

Next Dobson appears with his bloody claes,
His hede all bund up, luiking pale, and he says
As how nyen o' them had getten ower much drink
As Torney Tinley wanted the Justice to think.

Noo the crowner being ended, t'other side did begin,
And Tinley he vapour'd, and they swore thick and thin;
But I'll say ne mair, lest you should be bor'd
But merely relate that Jack Tinley was floor'd.

And the justices said, 'twas a shem the directors
Should set twe sic blackgairds on the line for inspectors 
And addressing them byeth, said unto the men,
Yer baith fined - Allen five pounds, and you, Newton ten.

Noo when aw seed the way the thing went
Thinks aw, the directors are surely content
And will myek the chaps mends from the way they've been tret
But the warst of my story it is to come yet

Ne suiner was't knawn what the verdict was,
Than the railway attorney, he out with the brass,
And flinging it doon said "Much good may it de yee"
Gie me a resait, and set wor pollismen free".

Noo sic work as this, it is varry shocken [Note 021.6]
Folks canna get te Shields without hevin their hedes brocken,
And aw've myed up ma mind, if aw's not in a hurry,
Te gan im Mitchell's fine boats, or Johnson¹'s fam'd whurry¹[Note 021.8]