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...that if any truly honest people exist in the world, it is they. Far dearer to me are yon humble brown bowers, Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen...For there lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, A list'ning the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. Though rich is the breeze of their gay sunny Tallies, And...

..." HUMOURS OF GLEN." TH E i R groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume, Far dearer to me yon lone...the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom. Far Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen : For...

...Humours of Glen. THEIR groves o' fweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright beaming fummers exalt the perfume ; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green brcckan, With the burn ftealing under the lang yellow broom : Far dearer to me yon humble broom-bowers,...

...groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume ; Par dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan, Wi' the...dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the blue bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen ; For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, A listening...

...negligent of his numbers. " Their groves o" sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume ; Far dearer to me yon lone...green breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellflw broom. Far dparei» to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the blue bell and go wan lurk...