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Music of the Waters. 121 |
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The River Coquet, according to the local anglers' songs, is superior to all the other Northumbrian rivers for its fishing.
" Oh ! freshly from his mountain holds Comes down the rapid Tyne, But Coquet's still the stream of streams, So let her still be mine. " There's mony a sawmon lies in Tweed, And mony a trout in Till, But Coquet, Coquet aye for me, If I may hae my will.
Another goes :—
" The Coquet for ever ! the Coquet for aye ! The Coquet, the king of the stream an' the brae, Frae his high mountain throne to his bed in the sea, Oh ! where shall you find such a river as he ? Oh ! where shall you find such a river as he ?
" Then blessings be on him, and long may he glide, The fisherman's home and the fisherman's pride, Frae Harden's green hill to old Warkworth so grey, The Coquet for ever ! the Coquet for aye ! "
The following is in favour of the Tyne :—
u Tyne river, running rough or smooth, Brings bread to me and mine ; Of all the rivers north or south, There's none like coaly Tyne."
This is sung to the tune of " Auld Lang Syne " :—
Solo.—" Tyne river, running rough or smooth, Brings bread to me and mine, Of all the rivers north or south, There's none like coaly Tyne. Chorus.—" So here's to coaly Tyne, my lads, Success to coaly Tyne, Of all the rivers north or south, There's none like coaly Tyne. |
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