10 THE BONNIE BANKS o' SEED. 



Of Floclden Field we yet will sing, 



And of dread Waterloo: 

 Where Border lions strew'd the sward 



Wi' monie a gallant foe ; 

 Their heather crests ran in their breasts, 



As they stript the flashing 1 brand ; 

 And their crimson'd laurels proudly bore. 



To our Glorious Borderland. 



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AIR : " The Harp that once through. Tara's Halls." 



THE snaw's a' gane frae Peaden-liill, 



Sweet Spring returns ance mair, 

 An' strews the wild flowers o'er the dale, 



Sae lovely and sae fair. 

 The primrose by fair Lyles-burn side 



'Peeps oot wi' modest head ; 

 And the daisy decks the green sward 



On the bonnie banks o' Reed. 



O but the scene is fair and grand, 

 To stray down by the Learn, 



When morn first breaks o'er Ottercaps, 

 And lights on hill a i' stream ; 



