THE ANGEL

There's a greet big rusty Angel On a hill in Gateshead Toon It stands there doing nothing Just blotting oot the moon There's some who think it's wonderful And some who disagree But the pigeons and the seagulls Knaa exactly what ta dee The Geordie population Have been shaken to the core We've had Roman waals and Lambton Worms But nowt like this afore Noo Angels are God's messengers Aa've always understood They sit on clouds and play their harps And tell us to be good They say Heavens full of Angels Superior to man But if this is what they look like Aa divvn't want to gan!