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the banks of nith

the thas flows proudly to the sea,

where royal cities stately stand;

but sweeter flows the nith to ,

where yns ance had high and

when shall i see that honour&039;d nd,

that dg strea i love dear!

t wayward fortune&039;s adverse hand

for ever, ever keep here!

how lovely, nith, thy fruitful vales,

where boundg hawthorns gaily bloo;

and sweetly spread thy slopg dales,

where bks wanton through the broo

tho&039; wanderg now t be y doo,

far fro thy bonie banks and braes,

ay there y test hours nsu,

aang the friends of early days!