BONNIE NORTH TYNE. 155 



Though fearfu' the frown o' the bleak northern 



sky, 



And cheerless thine aspect as winter wins nigh, 

 How witching thy waters and woodlands appear 

 When ilka breeze whispers the spring-tide is 



near ; 



Then dewy the daisy peeps out frae the dell, 

 Where songsters a tale fu' o' tenderness tell. 

 Oh ! Armstrang, dear brither, what then can 



outshine 

 The wild heaving Wannies and bonny North 



Tyne. 



But time presses on, an' I canna weel spare 

 A moment frae duty to rhyme onie mair; 

 Syne theme of my heart for a season f areweel 

 What aw canna express, like my betters, I feel; 

 And though I may never set fit on thy shore, 

 Nor wander thy wave-mirror'd banks as of yore, 

 Deep, deep shall the course of affection enshrine 

 The wild heaving Wannies and bonny North 

 Tyne. 



JOHN TURNBULL. 



Shull Lodge. 

 Hexham Herald, June 22nd> 1872. 



