Eric Upon Tweed
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Eric Upon Tweed is a humorous story based in part upon the harsh realities of coal mining in 19th century County Durham. Names of the characters have been changed to protect this writer from the vengeance of the long since deceased.
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Eric Upon Tweed
Born of the seed of a man of the earth
Sown in the soil of an earlier time
Raised on the promise of a better tomorrow
Free of the toil and the dirt and the grime
The young lad’s dad was a miner
Digging a hole digging for coal
He thought he’d get through to China through the core
Eric was woken at a quarter to four
Sleep in his eyes, mum at the door, she said
Follow your dad down to the mine,
Do as he says and things will work out fine, but
Don’t let those dirty miners
Poo in your snap, put grease on your chap
Sorry dear but that’s the way they are
Eric was the seed
Harry McGinley was a bit of a drinker
Down at the pub on a Saturday night
Often said, not much of a thinker
More often than not he’d get into a fight (and then he’d)
Take it out on Mary
Lying in bed, holding her head
Harry had his demons that’s for sure
Wide awake in the middle of the night
He peered in through the crack in the door
When he saw his mother crying
He couldn’t hold the rage any more (and then he)
Layed into old Harry
Lying in bed, holding his head
Didn’t stop ‘til Mary cried, “no more”
Eric he agreed
Eric was woken at a quarter to eight
Mum at his side, with tears in her eyes, she said
Eric my love, I’ve been saving some money
You better go before he awakes
I’ve got a sister Sue
North of the Tyne, I’ve sent her a line
Eric don’t come back here for a while
Left the train south of the border
Took the paper in his hand
Made his way to aunty Suzie's
Went along with Mary’s plan (she said)
Eric how you’ve grown
Come on inside, this is your home
We’ll get along just fine now you and I, in
Berwick-upon-Tweed
Auntie Suzie had lodger
Worked the boats out on the sea
With a toothless smile he winked at Eric
“Come on lad now, follow me”
They set off with the tide
Managed to keep breakfast inside
Safely back at Sue’s at half past three
Suzie’s lodger had a daughter
Quick to smile and fair of face
Came from a land north of the border
In Eric’s mind a different race
She gave the lad a dram
Opened his eyes, made him a man
He didn’t understand a word she said!
Eric upon Tweed
Eric my love your daddy is dying
You better go before it’s too late
There he found his mother crying
Contemplating Harry’s fate
She led him to his room
Lying in bed, resting his head
Harry beckoned Eric to his side
And then he said
Come here lad you little bastard
The last you had the best of me
If I hadn’t been so plastered
I’d have knocked ten bells out of you
Anyhow, how’ve you been?
You’re looking fine, a true son of mine
Eric I’m so very proud of you
My Eric upon Tweed
Born of the seed of a man of the earth
Sown in the soil of an earlier time
Raised on the promise of a better tomorrow
Free of the toil and the dirt and the grime
The young lad’s dad was a miner
Digging a hole digging for coal
He thought he’d get through to China through the core
Eric was woken at a quarter to four
Sleep in his eyes, mum at the door, she said
Follow your dad down to the mine,
Do as he says and things will work out fine, but
Don’t let those dirty miners
Poo in your snap, put grease on your chap
Sorry dear but that’s the way they are
Eric was the seed
Harry McGinley was a bit of a drinker
Down at the pub on a Saturday night
Often said, not much of a thinker
More often than not he’d get into a fight (and then he’d)
Take it out on Mary
Lying in bed, holding her head
Harry had his demons that’s for sure
Wide awake in the middle of the night
He peered in through the crack in the door
When he saw his mother crying
He couldn’t hold the rage any more (and then he)
Layed into old Harry
Lying in bed, holding his head
Didn’t stop ‘til Mary cried, “no more”
Eric he agreed
Eric was woken at a quarter to eight
Mum at his side, with tears in her eyes, she said
Eric my love, I’ve been saving some money
You better go before he awakes
I’ve got a sister Sue
North of the Tyne, I’ve sent her a line
Eric don’t come back here for a while
Left the train south of the border
Took the paper in his hand
Made his way to aunty Suzie's
Went along with Mary’s plan (she said)
Eric how you’ve grown
Come on inside, this is your home
We’ll get along just fine now you and I, in
Berwick-upon-Tweed
Auntie Suzie had lodger
Worked the boats out on the sea
With a toothless smile he winked at Eric
“Come on lad now, follow me”
They set off with the tide
Managed to keep breakfast inside
Safely back at Sue’s at half past three
Suzie’s lodger had a daughter
Quick to smile and fair of face
Came from a land north of the border
In Eric’s mind a different race
She gave the lad a dram
Opened his eyes, made him a man
He didn’t understand a word she said!
Eric upon Tweed
Eric my love your daddy is dying
You better go before it’s too late
There he found his mother crying
Contemplating Harry’s fate
She led him to his room
Lying in bed, resting his head
Harry beckoned Eric to his side
And then he said
Come here lad you little bastard
The last you had the best of me
If I hadn’t been so plastered
I’d have knocked ten bells out of you
Anyhow, how’ve you been?
You’re looking fine, a true son of mine
Eric I’m so very proud of you
My Eric upon Tweed
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from Inside Out,
released August 18, 2023
Songwriter - Martyn Howes
Songwriter - Martyn Howes
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Materialeyes Manchester, UK
MaterialEyes are a prog rock trio from Yorkshire, England. The band was formed by musician/songwriter Dave Westmoreland and guitarist Will Lawery, and joined shortly after by ex-Roadster guitarist Martyn Howes.
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