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And far be thou distant,
thou reptile, that seizest
The verdure and pride
of the garden and lawn.

Let Bourbon exult
in her gay gilded lillies,
And England, triumphant,
display her proud rose;
A fairer than either
adorns the green vallies;
Where Devon, sweet Devon
meandering flows.

BLYTHE WAS SHE.

By Oughtertyre grows the aik,
on Yarrow banks, the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonnier lass
than braes of Yarrow ever saw.

Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
and blythe in Glenturit glen:

Her looks were like a flower in May,
her smile was like a summer morn;
She tripped by the banks of Earn
as light's a bird upon a thorn.
Blythe, &c.


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