Flow on, majestic river,
Thy rolling course for ever,—
Forget thee will I never,
Whatever fate be mine:
Oft on thy banks I've wander'd,
And on thy beauties ponder'd,
Oh! many an hour I've squander'd
On thy banks, O bonny Tyne!
Flow on, &c.
O Tyne! in thy bright flowing,
There's magic joy bestowing;
I feel thy breezes blowing—
Their perfume is divine.
Flow on, &c.
I've sought thee in the morning,
When crimson clouds are burning,
And thy green hills adorning—
The hills o' bonny Tyne.
Flow on, &c.
When stormy seas were round me,
And distant nations bound me,
In memory still I found thee
A ray of hope divine.
Flow on, &c.
Thy valleys lie before me,
Thy trees are waving o'er me,
My home thou dost restore me
On thy bonny banks, O Tyne!
Flow on, &c.
WALKER PITS.
Tune—"Off she goes."
If I had another penny,
I would have another gill—
I would make the fiddler play
"The bonny Lads of Byker-hill."