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By cairn an' crag, o er moss and hagg, sae 



glorious is the din ; 

 Weeldune, hurrah! they've runhimdoun. yon's 



Moudy twirls him now, 

 The hunt is dune, his brush is wun, I hear the 



death hal-loo. 



Here's to Will o 1 EmmeQiaugh, ho is a sports- 

 man true, 



Here's to Bobie o'Bakethinn, an' Bob o' Kiolder, 

 too ; 



At the Hope, Bewshaugh, an' Kersie Cleuch, 

 Skaup, Eiggend, an' the Law, 



In Tyne, an' Eeed, and Irthinghead, they're 

 gallant sportsmen a*. 



LETTEES TO THE AUTHOR. 



Hawick, Saturday Night* 

 BEAR MR. ARMSTRONG, I have carefully compared 



your proof \vitli my Ecccrds, and also -with "otone- 



henge/' and find t!io genealogy cf t'xo Dandle Din- 



monts strictly correct. 

 I turned up some old reprints by accident the other 



day, of which there are a few on Otterhuafcing. 



