NORTHUMBRIANS PRIDE. 153 



Your sangs thrill my "bosom, tho' coofs may de- 

 ride them, 



An' saut melting tears aften ooze frae my e'e. 



They creep down my cheek, tho' I'm fain for to 



hide them, 

 As in ilk ither line mair hame beauties I see. 



Though critics may snarl, still their lash canna' 



harm ye, 

 Just laugh while they choke wi' their spleen 



and abuse; 

 In return, Jim, the sweet smiles o' Clio will warm 



ye> 



An' scatter the darts o' the faes o' the muse. 

 May ye lang sing o' streams ye affirm are the 



clearest, 



An' soar o'er the crest o' adversity's tide, 

 But spare me ae toast for the stream I love 



dearest, 



'Tis Coquet, sweet Coquet, Northumbria's 

 pride. 



LEWIS PROUDLOCK. 

 Eidsdale. 

 Hexham Herald, June 15, 1872. 



