Hark! Hark! I hear Lang Will's
clear voice sound through the Kielder Glen,
Where the raven flaps her glossy
wing and the fell fox has his den.
There the shepherds they are
gathering up wi' monie a guid yauld grew,
An' wiry terrier game an' keen
an' fox-hound fleet and true.
Chorus :
Hark away! hark away!
O'er the bonnie hills o' Kielder,
hark away.
There's Moudy frae Emmethaugh
an' Royal frae Bakethinn,
There's hounds frae Reed an'
Kielderhead, an' Ruby by the Linn;
An' hounds of fame frae
Irthingside, they try baith moss an' crag,
Hark! Hark! that's Moudy's loud
clear note, he has bold Reynard's drag.
Away an' away o'er hill and dale
an' up by yonder stell,
The music o' the gallant pack
resounds o'er muir and dell;
See yon herd callant waves his
plaid, list yon loud tally-ho,
The fox is up an' breaks away
o'er the edge o' Hawkhope Flowe.
Hark forrit! hark! ye gallent
hounds, hark onwart, hark away.
He kens the hauds on Tosson
hills, he kens the holes at Rae;
There's no a den roun' the Kail
stane but he kens weel I trow,
An' a' the holes on Lariston he
kens them thro' and thro'.
There's Wanny's Crags an'
Sewingshields, and Christenbury too,
Or if he win to Hareshaw Linn ye
may bid him adieu;
The Key-Heugh an' the
Cloven-Crags, the Cove, an' Darna ha',
Chatlehope-Spout an' the
Wily-holes, auld foxy kens them a'.
Away an' away o'er bank an'
bbrae they drive the wily game,
Where Moudy, Ruby, Royal still
uphaud their glorious fame;
An' see the lish yald shepherd
lads how Monkside heights they climb,
They're the pride o' a' the
borders wide for wind and wiry limb.
Thro' yon wild glen they view
him now right for the Yearning Linn,
By cairn an' crag, o'er moss and
hagg, sae glorious was the din;
Weel dune, hurrah! they've run
him doun, yon's Moudy twirls him now,
The hunt is done, his brush is
won, I hear the death halloo.
Then here's to Will o'
Emmethaugh, for he's a sportsman true,
Here's to Robie o Bakethinn, an'
Rob o' Kielder too;
At the Hopes, Bewshaugh, an'
Kersie Cleuch, Skaup, Riggend, an' the Law,
In Tyne, an' Reed, and
Irvinghead, they're gallant sportsmen a'.