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By A Charlton, (1946), Hyde, Wareham, formerly of Westmorland House, Wark on Tyne.

Oh! North Tyne, dear North Tyne, the home of my heart 
Thy memory will never away from my heart, 
The home of the dauntless, the fair and the free, 
Whose deeds are recorded on land and on sea. 
Thy scenes are enchanting through moorland and lea, 
From Peel Fell to Hexham on the way to the sea. 
Other dales may be fairer, but none can compare 
With the expanse of beauty, romantic and rare. 
A portion of nature, not other can share, nor compare 
With kind hearts, still beating there. 
From Falstone to Reedsmouth, and down to the Clint, 
Of beauty and grandeur there’s never a stint. 
By Lea Hall and Houxty, Chipchase, Houghton and Wall, 
The scene of my young days sweet memories recall. 
And where’er I may go, or whate’re may betide, 
There’s no place to me like my bonny Tyneside. 
It was at Wark village I first saw the light 
That has spluttered and flickered through the passage of life 
And has shown, through those years of pleasure and strife, 
That the forces of might still overrule right. 
It’s some consolation we certainly know 
That whate’er might betide, where’er we may go 
With all our errors, or favours we’ve won 
We’ll just leave this world as rich as we come. 
Old schoolmates have gone, some now far away 
In far distant countries our Flag to display, 
With sons of the Empire they march hand-in-hand, 
To uphold traditions of the dear Motherland. 
Some days we shall meet them, and welcome them back 
(Those dauntless defenders of the old Union Jack, 
To the home of the childhood, where we oft used to play; 
In woodland or meadow by the Bonny Brae. 
Oh! Bonnie North Tyne, I hope to see thee once more, 
Tho’ miles lie between me and thy happy shore, 
I dwell among strangers far from my old home, 
Through scruples of others, no fault of my own. 
I wish all folk in thy valley, all good things that be, 
And that fair winds may guide them on life’s troubled sea 
To a haven of happiness, unfettered and free, 
To list to thy murmurings in “Sweet Liberty”. 
At Birtley my loved ones are sleeping their lane, 
They never won fortune or craved for fame. 
Without fear or favour they’d nought to reflect, 
They lived out their lives with blemish or shame. 
Till God called them to join Him elect, 
By His will they shall sleep and be ever at rest 
On the land of their childhood, the dearest and best. 
There I hope to join them and lie by their side. 
Mid’st flowers of the forest, and sweet scented pine, 
No thougt of the morrow, of time or of tide, 
'''When God chooses to call me from Bonnie North Tyne.'''
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