114? THE KIELDER HUNT. 



Hark forrit, hark ! ye gallant hunds, hark on- 



warfc, hark away, 

 He kens the hands on Tosson hills, ho kens the 



holes at Rae ; 

 There's no a den roun* the Kails fcane but he 



kens weel I trow, 

 An' a* the holes on Lariston he kens them thro* 



and thro*, 



There's "Wanriys Crags, an' Sewingshields, and 



Christenbury too, 

 Or if he win to Hareshaw Linn ye may bid him 



adieu ; 

 The Key-Hough an' the Cloven-Crags, the Cove, 



an* Barnaha', 

 Chatlehope- Spout an' the Wily-holes, auld foxy 



kens them a\ 



Away an' away o'er bank an 1 >>ra> they drive the 

 wily game, 



Where Moudy, Euby, fvoyal still uphaud their 

 glorious fame; 



An' see the lish yald shepherd lads how Monk- 

 side heights they climb, 



They're the pride o a' the borders wide for wind 

 and -*>jry limb. 



Thro' yon wild glen they view him now right for 

 the Yearning Linn, 



