Tune—Sons of the Tyne.
Come, haste to Newcastle, ye sons of fair Freedom,
You’ll there see a sight that will banish your fears;
A sight that would terrify Bonney, should he come,—
The sight I allude to’s our brave Volunteers.
Arrang’d in a row, with the brave Association;
The Gateshead, so gallant, are likewise in line;
Our Volunteers too, the defence of the nation,—
You likewise will see the bright Legion of Tyne.
The Sunderland too, with Artillery assemble;