Let itlier anglers choose their ain, 



And ither waters tak the lead ; 

 O'Hielan' streams we covet nane. 

 But gie to us the boniiie Tweed ! 

 And gie to us the cheerfu' burn 

 That steals into its valley fair ; 

 he streamlets that at ilka turn 

 Sae saftly meet and mingle there. 

 The lanesome Tala and the Lyne, 



And Manor wi' its mountain rills, 

 And Etterick, whose waters twine 

 Wi' Yarrow frae the forest hills; 

 And Gala too, and Teviot bright, 



And mony a stream o' playfu' speed ; 

 Their kindred valleys a' unite 

 Amang the braes o' bonnie Tweed. 



O the Tweed I the bonnie Tweed ! 



O' rivers it's the best 

 Angle here or angle there, 

 Troots are soomin' ilka where. 

 Angle east or west, 



Thomas Tod Stoddart. 



