On the ( Tyneside ) Street where we lived.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Meself, Two mates, and me best pal Syd
Got nicked by the coppers
And each fined a quid
A hefty sum for what we did.
We only played football in wor street
Straight after school until late at neet
Between the neighbours it caused a row
Anti social behaviour they call it now.
But al this was way back in ’53
And street football now you just don’t see
Wor names were in the paper, The Gateshead Post
Known localy as the ‘Holy Ghost’
Albert, Geordie, Syd and John
Public enemies number One
Those carefree day’s, we can never get back
When ah was ‘Wor Jackie’ and Syd was ‘Shack’


A little bit of geordie translation. Wor means ours, and neet means night.

The Gateshead Post, now sadly gone, was our local newspaper.
Wor Jackie of course was Jackie Milburn, and Shack was the great ‘Clown Prince’ of football Len Shackleton.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/on-the-tyneside-street-where-we-lived/