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Oh Bonny Warksburn what changes I’ve seen,<br>
These last fifty years in which I have been,<br>
Not  an old face is left all strangers to me,<br>
Yet you run your same course on your way to the sea.

Away on the skyline on the hills to the West.<br>
Seen the sun go down like a red robins breast,<br>
Watched it set behind streamers a sure sign to be,<br>
Warksburn would soon fill on its way to the sea.

From Blackaburn to the Haining right out to The Green,<br>
On these grassy fells some grand flocks I’ve seen,<br>
Now a thing of the past nought but tree after tree,<br>
Yet you flow through these forests on your way to the sea.

Many a fox from his lair has risen of yon moss,<br>
With the hounds at his brush where no rider dare cross,<br>
The sheep would all scatter a good guide to be,<br>
As he swung for Warksburn as it flowed to the sea.

The Curlews and Peewits were flying on high,<br>
The Skylarks were singing on the hills far out bye,<br>
The herds with their collies were out in great glee,<br>
As they headed for Warksburn as it flowed to the sea.

On its banks has been built a village up to date,<br>
An outstanding model of the modern state,<br>
Yet the morning mist rises and hangs over thee,<br>
As it follows your course on your way to the sea.

But time marches on soon I’ll see you no more,<br>
Must join my old friends that have gone on before,<br>
There will be many changes, changes I’ll never see,<br>
But you’ll run on forever on your way to the sea.
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