The Banks of the Tyne

Apollo, your aid I request,
Direct and embellish each line;
With influence warm my breast,
To sing the sweet Banks of the Tyne.

If Phœbus proposes the theme,
Both reason and duty combine,
To pay my respects to the stream,
And honour the Banks of the Tyne.

Here oft with great pleasure I stray,
Nor ever find cause to repine,
While Nature’s rich beauties display
Themselves on the Banks of the Tyne.

Here Liberty’s pleas’d to resort,
Her banners with lustre here shine;
No place, since she left the vile court,
Can please like the Banks of the Tyne.

Her sons are with Liberty fir’d,
Their Freedom they’ll never resign;
But what their forefathers acquir’d,
Defend on the Banks of the Tyne.

The man let me freely explain,
Who would as a senator shine,
’Tis THERON, who holds his domain
Enclos’d by the Banks of the Tyne.