From Miscellaneous Poems by George Chatt, 1866, page 9f:

BONNIE TYNESIDE

OH, bonnie Tyneside! I shall see it once more,
After long years of exile away from its shore;
Through far foreign countries a rambler I've been,
And much have I suffer'd, and much have I seen;
And I've lived in lands where a brighter sun shone,
Yet ne'er saw a country so fair as my own;
And I never have seen, in my wanderings wide,
A spot I loved better than bonnie Tyneside.

Oh, bonnie Tyneside! where my infancy pass'd,
Like a beautiful dream, too happy to last;
Oh, I'll see the bright hills where in childhood we strayed,
And the school green at Wall where so often we've played;
And the schoolmaster still at the village is seen,
And the school children still are at play on the green;
But the class-mates I knew they are gone far and wide,
They have wander'd away from bonnie Tyneside.

Oh, bonnie Tyneside! I come weary and worn,
How few are the friends left to greet my return!
I'll away to the hills, and I'll wander all day,
Along the green banks where the lambs are at play;
Oh, the poor silly sheep know their tracks o'er the fell!
And the bonnie wee birds have a home in the dell;
But a home and a hearth I have yet to provide,
For I am a stranger to bonnie Tyneside.

Oh, bonnie Tyneside! my darling is there;
She waits for my coming her love to declare;
Since the day that we parted she faithful has been,
Though the wide ocean lay like a barrier between;
Oh, she's fair as the morning of beautiful May,
And bright as the eve of a midsummer day;
How happy I'd be with her for my bride,
In a snug little cottage in bonnie Tyneside.