There’s none that surpasseth Jarrow;
Above the Tyne Bridge, its often been said,
Few with these can compare, O;
A good dog was Brag—but hold fast, my lad—
Nothing they knew then of Jarrow!
To Temple and King, great wealth may they bring,
From home consumption, or far, O;
May success attend, wherever they send
Their coals, the produce of Jarrow.
May overmen all, with great and the small,