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220 SONGS, ETC.
Air—" Awa to bonnie Tweed side."
Wi' boundin' step and gladsome e'e,
I'll afffor Heaton Mill, To steep the line and throw the flee
Amang the streams o' Till. My end-hook wears a woodcock wing,
Its body dubb'd wi' green, The freckled drake will upmost swing,
A spider bob between.
My taper gad sae light and fair,
A clear gleg rinnin' wheel, Wi' sparklin' gut like ony hair,
The tackle-book and creel ; The lang sma' taper gad is swung
Around wi' easy slight, Across the stream the flies are flung,
Like gossamer they light.
The water-gowan's silken stem
Floats wavin' on the tide, And 'neath the flow'rets bonnie gem,
The trooties like to hide. I'll try my hand—a lucky hit
May bide the ither throw,— My hook's just struck the very bit,
Light as three flaiks o' snow.