Its the Blaydon Races day today and I woke singing this and cant get rid of it.
Possibly because I went to bed thinking I had better remind DH that the road was closed tonight so he would need to take a different route home, thought you might like the words but you might help need translating 
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.
Chorus
Ah me lads, ye shud only seen us gannin’,
We pass’d the foaks upon the road just as they wor stannin’;
Thor wes lots o’ lads an’ lasses there, all wi’ smiling faces,
Gawn 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.
(Chorus)
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.
(Chorus)
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.
(Chorus)
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.
(Chorus)
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’ "Noo, me boys, for riders."
(Chorus)
Sunderland was such a happening town centre too. My in laws were particularly fond of Binns and didn't all the buses have " Shop at Binns " on the back?
My Granny used to sing this. she was born in Newcastle and lived in Ponteland for much of her life.
