Inscribed to the Author of " The Wild Hills o' Wannys." 

 TUNE : " Humours o' Glen." 



Oh, Armstrong, how sweetly ye strike the wild 



lyre, 



Ye gild ilka stream wi' a halo sae grand ; 



Your sweet hamely sangs set my bosom on fire, 



Wi'langing to feel the warm grasp o' your hand. 



But tell me, dear Jamie, my muse-loving brither, 



Why leave oot the gem fraeyer poetic dreams ? 



Ye may search lang and sair, but ye'll ne'er find 



anither 



Mair pure than the Coquet, the queen o' a' 

 streams. 



Auld Coquet can boast o' her wild rugged moun- 

 tains, 

 As grand as your "Wannie's" or Kielder's 



green knowes, 

 An' a thousand clear rills oozing creep fra' their 



fountains 



'Mang saft lintie blossoms that wave o'er the 

 flowes. 



