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their groves o&039;sweet yrtle

tune—“huours of glen”

their groves o&039; sweet yrtle let foreign nds reckon,

where bright-beag surs exalt the perfu;

far dearer to yon lone glen o&039; green breckan,

wi&039; the burn stealg under the ng, yellow broo

far dearer to are yon huble broo bowers

where the be-bell and gowan rk, lowly, unseen;

for there, lightly trippg, aong the wild flowers,

a-list&039;ng the l, aft wanders y jean

tho&039; rich is the breeze their gay, sunny valleys,

and cauld caledonia&039;s bst on the wave;

their sweet-scented woodnds that skirt the proud pace,

what are they?—the haunt of the tyrant and sve

the sve&039;s spicy forests, and gold-bubblg fountas,

the brave caledonian views wi&039; disda;

he wanders as free as the ds of his ountas,

save love&039;s willg fetters—the chas of his jean