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ng—the banks of the devon

tune—“bhanarach dhonn a&039; chruidh”

how pleasant the banks of the clear dg devon,

with green spreadg bhes and flow&039;rs bloog fair!

but the boniest flow&039;r on the banks of the devon

was once a sweet bud on the braes of the ayr

ild be the sun on this sweet bshg flower,

the gay rosy orn, as it bathes the dew;

and ntle the fall of the ft vernal shower,

that steals on the eveng each leaf to renew!

o spare the dear blos, ye orient breezes,

with chill hoary g as ye her the dawn;

and far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizes

the verdure and pride of the garden or wn!

let bourbon exult his gay gilded lilies,

and engnd triuphant dispy her proud rose:

a fairer than either adorns the green valleys,

where devon, sweet devon, anderg flows