Nor ever find cause to repine,
While Nature’s rich beauties display
Themselves on the Banks of the Tyne.
Here Liberty’s pleas’d to resort,
Her banners with lustre here shine;
No place, since she left the vile court,
Can please like the Banks of the Tyne.
Her sons are with Liberty fir’d,
Their Freedom they’ll never resign;
But what their forefathers acquir’d,