144 FISHING GOSSIP. 



HEY FOR COQUET! 



AWA' frae the smoke an' the smother ! 

 Awa' frae the crush o' the thrang ! 

 Awa' frae the labour an' pother, 



That hae fettered our freedom sae lang ! 

 For the May's i' fu' bloom i' the hedges, 



An' the laverock's aloft i' the blue, 

 An' the south-wind sings low i' the sedges, 

 By haughs that are silvery wi' dew. 

 Up, angler, off wi' each shackle ! 



Up, gad an' gaff, an' awa' ! 

 Cry Hurrah ! for the canny " red heckle, 

 The heckle that tackled them a' ! " 



Off, off to the bonnie brown Norland ! 



It haunts me for aye i' my dreams 

 To torrent, an' mountain, an' muirland, 



An' to Coquet, the queen o' the streams ! 

 To Coquet, the beautifu' river, 



Beloved by the bards that sae lang 

 Upheld her the foremost for ever, 



An' hallowed her banks wi' their sang ! 

 Up. aDgler, off wi' each shackle, etc. 



