"The Cliffs of Old Tynemouth" is a Geordie folk song written in the 19th century by David Ross Lietch.
All are variously famous for fishwives, press gangs, ships, boats and sailors, and beautiful scenery.
the Cliffs of Old Tynemouth they're wild and they're sweet, And dear are the waters that roll at their feet; And the old ruined Abbey, it ne'er shall depart; Tis the star of my fancy, the home of my heart.
'twas there that my childhood fled cheerful and gay, There I loitered the morning of boyhood away, And now as I wander the old beach alone, The waves seem to whisper the names that are gone.
Twas there with my Alice I walked hand-in-hand, While the wild waves in moonlight leapt o'er the bright sand; And sweet were the echoes of the dark Cliffs above, But oh!