"WHY AYE MAN". . We had no way of staying afloat,. We had to leave on a ferryboat. Economic refugees,. On the run to Germany. We had the back of Maggie's hand,. Times were tough in Geordieland.
I am Jeremiah Dixon. I am a Geordie boy. A glass of wine with you, sir. And the ladies I'll enjoy. All Durham and Northumberland. Is measured up by my own hand. It was my fate from birth. To ma
I'M GOING INTO TOW LAW. FOR WHAT I NEED. CHAIN FOR THE RIPSAW. KILLER FOR THE WEED. THE DOG'S AT THE BACK DOOR. LEAVE HIM BE. DON'T FEED HIM JACK. AND DON'T WAIT UP FOR ME. GOING INTO TOW LAW.