CLIFFS OF OLD TYNEMOUTH

Oh! the cliffs of old Tynemouth they're wild and they're sweet,
And dear are the waters that roll at their feet,
And the old ruined abbey it ne'er shall depart:
'Tis the joy of my fancy and the home of my heart.

Oh 'twas there that my childhood fled cheerful and gay,
There I loitered the morning of boyhood away,
And now as I wander the old beach alone,
The waves seem to whisper the names that are gone.

Other lands may be fairer but naught can be seen
Like the shore where our first love and boyhood have been
Oh! give me the cliffs and the wild roaring sea,
The cliffs of old Tynemouth for ever for me.