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THE HEATHER BELL. 



Of midnight raid, an' morning fight, 

 By grey peel, cairn, or stream, 



Till fancy heard the slogan wild, 

 And saw the bright steel gle f un. 



An' aye we tauld the fairy tales, 



And sang the rebel sangs 

 Of dauntless Derwent water's doom, 



An' the exil'd Stuart's wrangs ; 

 We tauld of u Barty o' the Kame," 



u Eed Cap,'' and Bowrie too, 

 An' sang of " Rob o' Risinghame," 



Until the grey cock crew. 



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DEDICATED TO LEWIS PROUDLOCK, THE BOEDER 

 MINSTREL. 



THOU bonnie, bonnie heather bell, 



That blooms sae fail- an' free ! 

 Thou glads my soul, thou lovely gem, 



Whet e'er thy bells I see. 

 Sae sweet thou blows on Kielder braes, 



An' round the Peerie Well, 

 On Wannys' brows an' Sweethope flowes, 



My bonnie heather bell. 



