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!
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