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For, old Scotland, I love thee ! tlioii'i-t dearer to me
Than all lands that arc girt by the wide-rolling sea ;
Though asleep not in sunshine, like Islands afar,
Yet thou'rt gallant in love and triumphant in war !
SERENADE.
A maiden was lovely, a maiden was young ;
A nobleman woed her with flattering tongue.
He talk'd of his power, of his palace, and all
The bright train of attendants to come at his call,
But the maiden replied, looking softly above,
Entreat not, my lord ! for another I love.
O who is your love, lady, tell me his name,
Is he heard of in war ; is he breathed of in fame,
Has he wealth, has he power, has he honotir like mine f
That he lives in this beautiful bosom of thine ;
But the maiden replied, looking softly above,
Entreat not, my lord ! for another I love.
O Sire, she exclaimed, he may boast not like thee,
Of his palace, his power, and his high pedigree ;
But he's manly in soul and he's honest in heart,
And he breathes no afl"ection that's sullied by art ;—
So the lady replied, looking softly above,
Entreat not, my lord ! for another I love.

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