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He turned him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore; And gae his bridle-reins a shake,
With adieu for evermore, My dear,
Adieu for evermore.
The sodger from the wars returns,
The sailor frae the main; But I hae parted frae my love,
Never to meet again, My dear,
Never to meet again.
When day is gane, and night is come, And a' folk bound to sleep;
I think on him that's far awa, The lee-lang night, and weep, My dear,
The lee-lang night, and weep.
Burns.
XLVII VENICE
ONCE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee And was the safeguard of the West : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate,
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