THE WONDERFUL BOOK. 137" 



Wi' the bonnie red-hackle an' dotterel sae fine, 

 An black speyder too, lad, we'll tackle wer line. 

 The lavrock is singin' sae joyfu' and glad, 

 Then come on wi' me to the fishin', my lad. 



In the Reed an' the Wansbeck, the bonnie iroot 



thrives ; 

 In yon lang penis an' streams, where the dun 



otter dives, 

 It's there, where the big yellow-fin bends the 



gad, 

 Then come on wi' me to the fishin', my lad. 



In the Jed, an* the Liddel, and Coquet sae clear,- 

 North Tyne an' Whyte Kielder, there's troots 



never fear. 

 We'll gan to the streams where there's fun to be 



had, 

 Then come on wi ? me to the fishin', my lad. 



" SOUND the trumpet, beat the drum," 

 The Wonderful Book at last is come ; 

 Toot, toot thy horn, oh, glorious fame ! 

 Frae pole to pole my praise proclaim. 



