Rhymes of Northern Bards / Being a Curious Collection of Old and New Songs and Poems, Peculiar to the Counties of Newcastle upon Tyne, Northumberland, and Durham

by Unknown

Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows,

And sweet the flowers its banks adorn;

But sweetest far appears my Rose,

She’s sure the rose without a thorn.

Heard you the lilting,

At our kye milking,

Heard you the lilting yesterday;

Heard you the lilting,

At our kye milking;

The flower of the forest is stolen away.