OUR GLORIOUS BORDERLAND. 



(Dm- 6I0ri0ns 



DEDICATED (BY PERMISSION) TO OUR BORDER CHIEF, 

 W. H. CHARLTON, OF HESLETSIDE. 



ON Monk side's wild and lofty heights, 



Where roves the mountain bee, 

 Here blooms the bonnie heather bell, 



An' muircocks whirring flee. 

 An' ! what sounds o' liberty 



I hear, on every hand, 

 An' view ance mair the hills an' dales 



Of our Glorious Borderland. 



I've seen the spangl'd banner wave 



Ayont Lake Ontario's tide ; 

 An' chas'd the deer an' panther wild, 



By the deep Beaver's* side : 

 Bat aye my farcy wander'd back, 



When on a foreign strand, 

 To the Dandie Dinmonts on the hills 



Of our Glorious Borderland. 



It glads my heart ance mair to see 



The glens o' Reed and Tyne, 

 Of Wansbeck, Coquet, Tarset, too, 



The Liddell and the Lyne ; 



* Betver, a river in North. America. 



