THE KIELDEB HUNT. 113 



There the shepherds they are gathering up wi* 



monie a guid yauld grew, 

 An' wiry terrier game an' keen, an' fox-hund 



fleet and true. 



CHORUS. 



Hark away ! hark away ! 



O'er the Bonnie Hills o' Kielder, hark away. 



There's Moudy frae Emmethaugh an' Royal frae 



Bakethinn, 

 There's hunds frae Reed an' Kielderhead, an. 7 



Ruby by the Linn ; 

 An' nunds of fame fraelrthingside, they try baiti. 



moss an' crag, 

 Hark ! hark! that's Moudy's loud clear note, he 



has bold Reynard's drag. 



Away an' away o'er hill and dale, an* up by 



yonder stell, 

 The music o' the gallant pack resounds o'er 



muir an' dell ; 

 See yon herd callant waves his plaid, list yon 



loud tally-ho, 

 The fox is up an' breaks away o'er the edge o* 



Hawkhope Mowe, 



