grandad who grew up and loved the yorkshire _ dedicate this to my grandad who grew up and loved the yorkshire dales the wild wind whistles free! there oft in careless youth i roved, when summer days were fine; - and the meanest flower of the heathery waste . delights this heart of mine! oh, the lonely moors, the breezy moors, - and the stormy hills i so free; oh, the wild, wild moors; the wild, wild moors, - the sweet wild moors for me. i fain would stroll on lofty knowl, and rooley moor again; - 0r wildly stray one long bright day in turvin's bonny glen! _ the thought of wardle's breezy height— fills all my heart with glee, and the distant view- of the hills so blue - bring tears into my e'e! oh, the lonely moors, the breezy moors, - the stormy hills so free; oh, the wild, wild moors; the wild, wild moors, - the sweet wild moors for me. 0h, blessed sleep, . that brings in dreams my native hills to me; the heathery wilds, the rushing streams, - where once i wandered free! 'tis a glimpse of life's sweet morning light, i a bright angelic ray, _ that steals into the dusky night, and fades with waking