4 AID CRAG. 



There's the Reed an' the Wansbeck, where the dews 



sweetly fa', 



The Lyles Bum and Reasey we oft fisht them a\ 

 Aye, there's monie a burnie and sweet heather brae 

 Round the wild hills o 1 Wanriys sae far, far away. 



Here's to the hills o' the brave and the free, 

 And the red waving heather sae bonnie to see ; 

 An' the bright gushing streams wimplin' doun to the 



dell, 



By wild thyme an' gowan an' sweet heather bell ; 

 Here's to wild Wannys' ilk hill, dale, and stream, 

 Still, still I am there in my thoughts an' my dream ; 

 Here's health, peace, an' plenty, for ever and aye, 

 Bound the wild hills o' Wannys sae far, far away. 



HIGH o'er wild Wannys 5 lofty crest, 



Where the raven cleaves the cloud, 

 An' gorcocks beck around Aid Crag 



Sae crousely and sae proud, 

 Gurlin thro' the glens o' Reed 



Wi' a weird and eerie strum, 

 When round yon auld cot 



The winter winds they'd come. 



