The COALY TYNE,
A New SONG,
Tune, Maid of the Mill.
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ALL you who Peace and Plenty love,
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And happy Scenes would see,
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To Banks of Coaly Tyne repair,
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And satisfyd youll be:
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For Beauty, Wit, and Taste thats fit,
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And Mirth with Unity;
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What others dream, be this my Theme--
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The Coaly Tyne for me!
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What though with Dust, of her rich Mines,
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Her Waves they sable be;
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No greener Banks, nor fairer Maids,
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On any Stream youll see:
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For pleasant Seats, and noble Streets,
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Disdaining Rivalry,
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Where Freedom glows, sing then my Muse--
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The Coaly Tyne for me!
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Mars, on her Banks, Venus addressd,
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When she rose from the Sea;
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And cause they lovd the generous Soil,
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They blessd her Progeny.
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Theres Beautys Charms each Heart alarms,
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With Cupids Archery,
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Where eer he goes, the Boy holloes--
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The Coaly Tyne for me!
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When brave Occasion bids, her Sons
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At Honours call you see,
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And whos the Man that dare infringe,
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Their dear lovd Liberty:
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In Britains Right her Lads will fight,
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Well knows our Enemy;
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Evn Britains King may deign to sing--
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The Coaly Tyne for me!
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Each Realm is thankful for her Gifts,
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As far as flows the Sea;
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And grateful Tribute do present,
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As to some Deity: When they are warm, how shall we term,
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Their Mirth and Jollity,
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All Hearts rejoice, huzza my Boys--
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The Coaly Tyne for me!
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Then ye, her Sons, in splendid Barge,
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In Boat, or swift Galley,
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That on her Tide for Pleasure glide,
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With Streamers gallantly,
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See that with Grace, your Oars keep Pace,
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To Voices tund with glee,
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While Music play and Men huzza--
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The Coaly Tyne for me!
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