Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne.
Be happy ye fair ones whom Freedom has given,
The virtue and spirit her cause to maintain,
Whose raiment outvies with the mantle of Heaven,
When Phœbus unclouded, just starts from the Main,
To guard love and beauty, we make it our duty,
To aid their felicity, ever combine;
Come, see
Daughters of Liberty,
Greeting with rapture the Sons of the Tyne.