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THE LAND OF THE THISTLE.
Tune.—Black Jock.
YOU may talk of the land that gave Patrick his fame,
The land of the Ocean and Anglean Name,
With the red blushing roses and shamrock so green,
Far dearer to me are the hills of the north,
The land of blue mountains, the birth-place of worth,
Those bleak hills where freedom has placed her abode,
And those wide spreading glens where no slave ever trode,
Where grows the red heather
And Thistle so green.
Though rich be the soil where blossoms the rose,
And bleak are our mountains, and covered with snows,
Where grows the red heather and Thistle so green;
Yet, for friendship sincere, and for loyalty true,
And for courage so bold, that ne'er foe could subdue,
Unmatched is our country, unrivalled our swains,
And lovely and true are the Nymphs on our plains,
Where grows the red heather
And Thistle so green.
