Still round our banners we’ll stand In love and truth combine
And children yet unborn shall sing the lads of Wear and Tyne.
Brave Hepburn and our delegates like rays of virtue shine
Their fame shall long be echoed round the banks of Wear and Tyne.
On Bolden Fell our flags shall wave our victories’ wreaths entwine
That peace shall be the motto still with lads of Wear and Tyne.
We envy not the rich and great whose dazzling greatness shine
While we the hardy sons of toil can labour in the mine.
O happy wives and children now all former cares resign
And sing with joyful mirth and glee the lads of Wear and Tyne.