Bamburgh Castle

Dominus Noster Rex et nos et tua est Gloria praedicate Tibi Gloria Deo parti per Dear old Bamburgh Castle standing tall standing strong From a time beyond harking back to Viking throng The beautiful land captured in Northumberland Steeped in history folklore never bland Roses are red like the blood that was shed Would it be Lancaster or York to walk the walk The Roses do battle for your fair chattel Kingdom of Northumbria prize of battle Alone tall and majestic standing on dolerite hill A legend of folklore fantastic feeds stories of heroes still Saxons Danes and Normans too Have enjoyed the splendour of you Standing strong above the shifting sands Only once falling into enemy hands Your ramparts a place of contemplation Wide views across the top of our nation When we've gone the one thing to please Is to be scattered from a box into your breeze Alone tall and majestic standing on dolerite hill A legend of folklore fantastic feeds stories of heroes still Dominus Noster Rex et nos et tua est Gloria praedicate Tibi Gloria Deo parti per