Artist: The Searle
Concept: The Berwick-upon-Tweed Dragon
At night whe the wee ones wer' a'kip. Thee Dragon came doon and gave us lip.
With temper mickle and wings a muckle. The flames did pour the bridge did buckle.
The high-street soured a mighty flame. Ah hadnee not a soul to blame.
But merry sir was on said haal. A wizard sacrificed it aal.
The magic man he cast a spell, but we aal nah the dragon is wiel.
Now upon the Tweed their lies a curse which spoken of is in this verse.