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What's the spring-breathing jasmine and rose |
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What's the summer with all its gay train |
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Or the splendour of autumn to those |
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Who've bartered their freedom for gain |
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Let the love of our land's sacred rights |
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To the love of our people succeed |
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Let friendship and honour unite |
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And flourish on both sides the Tweed |
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No sweetness the senses can cheer |
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Which corruption and bribery bind |
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No brightness that gloom can e'er clear |
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For honour's the sum of the mind |
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Let virtue distinguish the brave |
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Place riches in lowest degree |
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Think them poorest who can be a slave |
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Them richest who dare to be free |
