The beauties of my native place,
Bard-like, I must them now relate;
If my pen doth handle well, ‘twill
Turn out something that is great.
Above Thorngrafton stands Barkum-Hill
With a lofty top and proudly high
Upon its top stands a spire-like stone –
And a landmark – raises its head to catch the eye.
South of that, across the River Tyne, stands
Ridley Hall with pleasant gardens fine,
Which beautifies the lovely dale,
And makes sweet Tyne-side to shine.
Not far from that, up the water Allan,
Stands Stawart-Castle, on a rock so high,
Surrounded with pleasant woods, and waters
Clear, delights the traveller’s penetrating eye.
How delightful, in a summer’s morn, the
Feather’d songsters they loudly sing;
The blackbird and the thrush likewise,
They make the groves and valleys ring.
(Words: William Martin / Tune: 'Love is the Cause of My Mourning’ -
Trad. arr. Ann Sessoms)
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