HEY FOR COQUET! 145 
O Sharperton streams, we are comin’! 
O Halystane, greet us wi’ glee! 
O Rothbury, deep 7’ the gloamin’ 
‘We'll bring our first creelfw’ to thee! 
An’ Alwinton, Harbottle, Hepple,— 
If the great trout, the glorious an’ strang, 
Still sport i’ your current’s quick ripple, 
We'll measure their inches ere lang! 
Up, angler, off wi’ each shackle, ete. 
From Blind-burn, ’midst crag an’ hill-hollow, 
To Warkworth, anear the salt main, 
Each turn o’ fair Coquet we'll follow, 
Each haunt o’ our childhood regain ! 
At Thropton we winna dissemble 
Fw hearts, nor at Harbottle-hold,— 
An’ at Weldon, wi’ voices a-tremble, 
We'll pledge Tue GREAT FISHERS 0’ AULD! 
Up, angler, off wi’ each shackle, etc. 
We'll see if the Sharperton lasses 
Are winsome, as in our young days— 
If they'll rin to the ringin’ o’ glasses, 
Or the lilt o’ the auld merry lays. . 
Oh! we'll shake off the years wi’ our laughter, 
We'll wash out our wrinkles wi’ dew,— 
An’ reckless o’ what may come after, 
We'll revel in boyhood anew! 
Up, angler, off wi’ each shackle, etc. 
L 
