Nancy Wilkinson

At Cullercoats, near to the sea,
Lives one I often think upon;
Bewitching as the lovely e'e
Of bonny Nancy Wilkinson.

Chorus-
By Tyne, or Blyth, or Coquet clear,
No swain did ever blink upon
A charmer equal to my dear,
My handsome Nancy Wilkinson.

Sweet cherry cheeks, a lofty brow,
Bright hair, that waves in links upon
A neck, white as the purest snow,
Has comely Nancy Wilkinson.

Her virtues, like her beauty, rare;
But terms I ne'er can think upon,
Fit to panegyrise my fair
My constant Nancy Wilkinson.

For her rich ladies I'd refuse,
With all their shining tinsels on;
None else can wake my slumbering Muse,
But lovely Nancy Wilkinson.

Aurora, from the Eastern sky,
Her robes the glowing tints upon,
Is not so viewly to mine eye
As modest Nancy Wilkerson.

Let sordid misers count their wealth,
And guineas guineas clink upon;
All I request of Heav'n is health,
and dear, dear Nancy Wilkinson.
 

H. Robson -In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.