Farewell Regality

And now it's time to say farewell

And though I hope that we may meet again

And all things may be reet again

We've lived and spent the day

We'll cry farewell Regality

And cry farewell the Liberty

To honest friends' civility

To winter's frost and fire

And there's nowt that I can bid ye

But that peace and love gan with ye

Never mind wherever call the fates

Away from Hexhamshire

 

And what is time that flies so fleet

But just a bird that flies on merry wings

And lights us down in happy spring

When winter's neet is past

 

Aye but the curlew sings her sang

And winds her sorrows doon the Rowley Burn

And drear as winds the hunter's horn

The call is all farewell

 

And as I set the mossy stones

And do me bits of jobs and gap the d***s

I hear the whispers doon the sykes

Farewell they sigh, farewell

Do I remember? Do I dream?

And did we rightly meet in Viewly Side?

For all this and much more beside

Has got me sore beguiled

 

But on some golden autumn morn

Or when July is hazing Dipton Slopes

By Whitley Mill or West Burnhope

We'll live and spend the day.