COALY TYNE.

Tyne River, running rough or smooth, Makes bread for me and mine; Of all the rivers, north or south, There's none like coaly Tyne. So here's to coaly Tyne, my lads, Success to coaly Tyne, Of all the rivers, north or south, There's none like coaly Tyne. Long has Tyne's swelling bosom borne Great riches from the mine, All by her hardy sons uptorn— The wealth of coaly Tyne. Our keelmen brave, with laden keels, Go sailing down in line, And with them load the fleet at Shields, That sails from coaly Tyne. When Bonaparte the world did sway, Dutch, Spanish, did combine; By sea and land proud bent their way, The sons of coaly Tyne. The sons of Tyne, in seas of blood, Trafalgar's fight did join, When led by dauntless Collingwood, The hero of the Tyne. With courage bold, and hearts so true, Form'd in the British line; With Wellington, at Waterloo, Hard fought the sons of Tyne. When peace, who would be Volunteers? Or Hero Dandies fine? Or sham Hussars, or Tirailleurs?— Disgrace to coaly Tyne. Or who would be a Tyrant's Guard, Or shield a libertine? Let Tyrants meet their due reward, Ye sons of coaly Tyne.