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Where the wild thyme smells sweetly on yon 

 bonnie glen, 



An' the noops grow in plenty round the fell 

 foxes' den. 



We'll away up by ^annup, where the fleecy 

 flocks feed, 



We'll fish the White Kielder, the Jed, an' the 

 Reed, 



Where there's fine yellow trouts, lad, and fish- 

 ing the best, 



Away in the bonnie clear Streams o' the West. 



Then seek out thy tackle, thy creel, an' thy gad, 



An' we'll ower the mosses sae lightsome an' glad, 



Where the wild heather-bleater on high quiver- 

 ing wing, 



An' curlew an' plover gars a' the fells ring ; 



Where the blackcock croos proud on his ain 

 benty knowe, 



An' the wee grey mosscheeper trills cheerie, I 

 trow ; 



but it's gladsome on the mountain's wild 

 crest, 



Away by the bonnie clear Streams o' the West. 



An' then there's the Esk an' the Liddel sae fine, 

 The Slitrig, the Teviot, an' bonnie North Tyne, 



