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

In peace let her ramble, regardless and free,

Till the horn’s cheerful note shall awake us with glee;

Till October returns, let her frolic and play,

And then we’ll pursue her with “Hark, hark away.”

With hark, hark away,

With hark, hark away,

And then we’ll pursue her with hark, hark away!

When ting’d were the hills with the crimson of morn,

We jocundly rose to the sound of the horn;

Triumphant its melody swell’d o’er the plain,