WILD HILLS O WANNYS. 2 



Wannys. wild Wannys ! the scene it is grand, 

 On a clear summer's morn on thy summit to stand, 

 The hills o'er the Carter and Cheviot to view, 

 An' listen the lapwing an' lonely curlew. 

 The shepherd he climbs thee his fair flocks to see. 

 An' to woo that fair mountain nymph sweet 



Liberty ; 



On the braes by the burnie the lambs lo-up and play, 

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



Sound the wild hills o' Wannys 'twas glorious to 



tread, 

 When we went otter- hunting to the Tyne or the 



Seed, 

 When *Sockwood an' Singwood an' f Bugle's clear 



cry, 

 An' Sanger was warning the otter to die. 



Then we trackt the sly fox to his den in the snow, 

 An' howkt him or trapt him for a grand tally ho, 

 And wak'd the wild echoes ly Sweethope and Sae, 

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



Sound the wild hills o' Wannys in the morn's early 



gleam, 



'twas grand to gan fishing away by the Learn ; 

 Wi' the flee o' the woodcock, the green drake, or teal, 

 Wi'gould speck'lt trouts we filled monie a fine creel. 



*RocJci9ood, Ringtvood, and Ranger, famed otter hounds 

 belonging to Mr. Harrison, Woodburn. 



\-JBugle, a celebrated otterhound, the property of William 

 Turnbull of Bellino-ham. 



