OUR GLORIOUS BORDERLAND. 



Where rugged tower an* moss-gray keep, 



And castles proudly stand, 

 Where monie heroes mouldering sleep, 



In our Glorious Borderland. 



Nae mair adown yon lonely dells 



Will dauntless Bowrie ride, 

 Or "Kinmont Willie," "Gilnockie," 



.Nor brave " Jock o' the Syde," 

 By Border Peel, in glittering steel, 



Wi' a true and gallant band ; 

 My heart yet swells o' them to tell, 



In our Glorious Borderland. 



The "Wily Brows," the " Harper Flowes," 



And " Archer Cleuch," I see, 

 Where " Cowt o' Kieldar " rang'd of yore, 



Ower a' yon wilds sae free, 

 Wi' his true brother " Brandy Leash," 



Wi' arrow, bow, and brand, 

 Oft fang'd the red -deer and the wolf, 



In our Glorious Borderland. 



An* yonder's Darden's dusky peak, 



And Wanny's sunny brow, 

 Beside were sparkling crystal streams 



An' mountain buruies flow ; 

 An' Cheviot's wild and shaggy crest, 



High o'er them a' sae grand, 

 O'er " Chevy Chase " and u Otterburn," 



In our Glorious Borderland. 



