Kielder Hunt

Sung by Sam Dodds

1
Hark hark I hear Lang Will’s clear voice
Ring through the Kielder glen,
Where the raven flaps her glossy wing,
And the fell fox has his den
There the shepherd lads are gatherin’ up
With many a good yould grew
And the wiry terrier game and keen
And the foxhound fleet and true.
chorus
Hark away, hark away,
Ower the bonny hills o’ Kielder hark away.
2
There’s Moudy frae Emmethaugh, and Royal frae Bakethin
There’s hounds frae Reed and Kielderheed
And Ruby by the lin
There’s hounds o’ fame frae Earthenside
That try both moss and crag
Hark hark that’s Moudy’s loud clear note
He’s sniffed bold reynard’s drag.
3
Away and away ower hill and dell
and up by yonder stell,
The music o’ the gallant pack
Resounds o’er muir and dell,
There yon herd callant waves his plaid
List yon loud tally-ho
The fox is up and breaks away
Ower the hills o’ Harkhope Flow.
4
Hark forrit hark, ye gallant hounds,
Hark onward hark away,
He kens the houds on Tosson hills,
He kens the holes at Rae.
There’s nae den round the Keelstone
But he kens them weel I trow,
And aal the holes o’ Lariston,
He kens them throw and throw.
5
Away and away o’er bank and brae
They drive the wily game
Where Moudy, Ruby, Royal
All uphold their glorious fame,
And see yon lish shalt shepherd lads
How Monkside heights they climb
They’re the pride of all the border wide
For wind and wiry limb.
6
Through yon wild glen they view him now,
Right for the Yaerning Lin
By cairn and crag, o’er moss and hag
Sae glorious is the din
Weel done hurrah they’ve run hin down
Yon’s Moudy twirls him now,
The brush is won, the hunt is done
I hear the death halloo.
7
Here’s to Willy o Emmethaugh
He is a sportsman true,
Heres to Robbie o’ Bakethinn
And Rob o’ Kielder too.
At the Hope, Bew's Hough, and Kersie Cleugh,
Scaap Riggand the Law
In Tyne and Reed and Earthenheed,
They’re gallant sportsman aal.