The Prudda Lads - please turn on your speakers!
First featured at Prudhoe Online on 2nd November 1997 and dedicated
to the memory of local musician and our dear friend John Rowell.
Thanks also to: Joan Rowell, Jim Galley, John Kennedy, G.W.Ridley, Ned Scorer, Tony Wilson
A've wandered far and wide, aal aroond the countryside,
An' mennys the time A've waaked doon Stanley Born,
Wat a grand view yu cud see, lookin ower fra Hor-sel-ee,
AT THE PLACE WHERE THE PRUDDA LADS WERE BORN.
Aa remember when Aa wes a wee bit laddie
Playin in thu fields amang the corn,
Tek thu gud days wi thu baad, thu best A've ivver haad,
wes AT THE PLACE WHERE THE PRUDDA LADS WERE BORN.
Theor's an aad styen hoose wants retiling
Thu waals aroond the hoose are badly worn,
But the roses up thu waal, Aa think A've seen them aal,
AT THE PLACE WHERE THE PRUDDA LADS WERE BORN.
Noo the reesin why Aa left, Aa wes wun day blamed for theft,
Aa said A'll gan and niver more retorn,
Oh me muther she did cry, when Aah bid them all goodbye,
AT THE PLACE WHERE THE PRUDDA LADS WERE BORN.
Noo Aa'd give a hundred punds, jest to stand on them syem grunds,
AT THE PLACE WHERE THE PRUDDA LADS WERE BORN.