Let Yorkshire and Lancashire bicker and wail;
Their rosy conflicts all do pale
Against the county oh so grand:
The edge of England. Northumberland.
Southeners poke at each other in jest and fun,
These cockney rebels and Sarf London.
But the Thames can’t compare to the mighty Tyne’s span;
And my one and only: Northumberland.
If Scotland were to go it’s own way,
Would Geordie and Makem people stay?
Or would they too become an independent land?
An angel of Europe: Northumberland.
Watch the North Sea swell and crest.
See the Stadium of Light, where football’s the best.
I want to escape to Berwick, at least that’s my plan.
And shine like my sparkling star: Northumberland.