Northumberland

When England sets her banner forth

And bids her armour shine,

She'll not forget the famous North,

The lads of moor and Tyne;

And when the loving-cup's in hand,

And Honour leads the cry,

They know not old Northumberland

Who'll pass her memory by.

When Nelson sailed for Trafalgar

With all his country's best,

He held them dear as brothers are,

But one beyond the rest.

For when the fleet with heroes manned

To clear the decks began,

The boast of old Northumberland

He sent to lead the van.

Himself by Victory's bulwarks stood

And cheered to see the sight;

“That noble fellow Collingwood,

How bold he goes to fight!”

Love, that the league of Ocean spanned;

Heard him as face to face;

“What would he give, Northumberland;

To share our pride of place?”

The flag that goes the world around

And flaps on every breeze

Has never gladdened fairer ground

Or kinder hearts than these.

So when the loving-cup's in hand

And Honour leads the cry,

They know not old Northumberland

Who'll pass her memory by.