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Nay, our hills, dales, and streams, wi' Nature 



are drest : 

 Can the Tyne boast o' mair, or the streams o' the 



West? 

 By the streams o' the Coquet I love much to 



roam, 

 For there lies my fancy, and there stands my 



home, 



To cheer me in need, when by sorrow oppressed, 

 And we baith love the Tyne, and the streams o' 



the West. 



While the sun is up, and the morning is fine, 

 And the dewdrops on flowers like diamonds 



shine, 



And each bird cheers his mate in the grove, 

 While the breeze skips alang wi' the sighs o' 



their love, 



We'll away to yon hills where the curlews scream, 

 And we'll peep at the trout as they sport in the 



stream, 



Where the shepherd tends flocks by the moun- 

 tain's crest, 

 And Nature smiles by the streams o' the West. 



We'll traverse the Kielder, and view grandeur 

 fine, 



We'll keek into the linty's nest on the banks o' 

 the Tyne, 



