152 NORTHUMBRIANS PRIDE, 



Entranced wi' the prospect, mute, muse-struck, 



I've listened 



To melodies sweet by ilk breeze borne alang, 

 While on ilka meadow pure crystal drops glis- 

 tened, 

 An' hung frae ilk flow' ret in clusters sae thrang. 



We've vales in the North, Jim, an' braes deck'd 



wi' flowers, 

 Where dog-rose an' sweet fragrant woodbine 



entwine ; 

 We breathe Heaven's pure air in our ain cozie 



bowers, 



Can ony say that on the banks o' the Tyne? 

 We have hills tow'rin' lofty, an' streams clear 



as onie, 



Whilk ripple alang o'er ilk pebble-clad bed ; 

 We have woods waving green, and we've Loughs' 



braid an' bonnie, 



An' spots where the faes o' Northumbria have 

 bled. 



Then gie me your hand, Jim, there's joy yet 



before us, 

 We've pleasures the dull, soulless worldlin' 



ne'er kens ; 

 We taste bliss complete when the soft thrilling 



chorus 



0' nature's wild sang-birds ring through the 

 deep glens. 



