24 THE FLOWER O* KIELDER. 



On Tower Hill they his blood did spill, 

 On Tower Hill they him did slaughter ; 



For his land and gold, his life was sold, 

 The brave young Earl of Derwentwater. 



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WHITE Kielder flows where milk-white yowes 



Are feeding on yon benty hill ; 

 An' the shepherd, wi' his bleating lambs, 



Is lying by the mountain rill. 

 His leal young heart is wi' the lass 



That wanders by the Sheil o' Brann ; 

 Love in her e'e, an' footsteps free, 



She's the Flower o' Kielder, bonnie Ann. 



Where the heather bell round cairn an' stell, 



Where daisies peep frae aunny braes, 

 Where red noops grow an' moss-roses blow, 



It's there the comely lassie strays, 

 Like Nature's sel', to view her treasures, 



Or Flora in a fairy Ian', 

 Wi' her gowden hair in tresses fair, 



She's the Flower o' Kielder, bonnie Ann. 



