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- Both sides the Tweed
:What's the spring-breathing jas'mine and rose,
::What's the summer, with all its gay train,
:Or the splendour of autumn, to those
::Who've barter'd their freedom for gain?
:Let the love of our land's sacred rights,
::To the love of our country succeed;
:Let friendship and honour unite,
::And flourish on both sides the Tweed.
:No sweetness the senses can cheer,
::Which corruption and bribery blind;
:No brightness that gloom can e'er clear,
::For honour's the sun of the mind.
:::Let the love, &c.
:Let virtue distinguish the brave,
::Place riches in lowest degree;:
:Think him poorest who can be a slave,
::Him richest who dares to be free.
:::Let the love, &c.
:Let us think how our ancestors rose,
::Let us think how our ancestors fell,
:The rights they defended, and those
::They bought with their blood we'll ne'er sell.
:::Let the love, &c. (en)
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