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Song :
The rose, summer's emblem,
'tis England's chosen tree
And France decks her shield
with the stately Fluer-de-lis
But brighter, fairer far than these
There blooms a flower for me,
Tis the Bluebell, the Bluebell
On Scotland's grassy lea
Where from the dark, up springs the lark
The rising sun to see!
Where from the dark, up springs the lark
The rising sun to see!
My land! native land!
Where afar my steps have been,
Blue skies charm the eyes,
And the earth is ever green.
Yet dwelt my heart 'mid Scotland's glens,
Where aye in thought was seen,
The Bluebell, the Bluebell,
Amid the bracken green,
And brighter far than sun or star,
The eyes of bonnie Jean!
And brighter far than sun or star,
The eyes of bonnie Jean!
The Thistle, Scotland's badge
Up from Freedom's soil it grew,
Her foes aye found it hedg'd round
With rosemarie and rue.
And, emblem that her daughters were modest, leal, and true,
From off the rocks, to deck their locks,
They pluck'd the Bell of Blue!
The Heathbell, the Harehell,
Old Scotland's Bell of Blue!
The Heathbell, the Harebell,
Old Scotland's Bell of Blue!
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