id w cries out &039;as jt!
wild beats y heart to trace your steps,
whose ancestors, days of yore,
thro&039; hostile ranks and ru&039;d gaps
old stia&039;s bloody lion bore:
ev&039;n i who sg rtic lore,
haply y sires have left their shed,
and fac&039;d gri danr&039;s loudest roar,
bold-follog where your fathers led!
eda! stia&039;s darlg seat!
all hail thy paces and tow&039;rs;
where once, beneath a onarch&039;s feet,
sat legistion&039;s vereign pow&039;rs:
fro arkg wildly-scatt&039;red flow&039;rs,
as on the banks of ayr i stray&039;d,
and sgg, lone, the lg&039;rg hours,
i shelter thy honour&039;d shade
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