SONGS OF THE HEATHER. 



My heather land, my heather land, 



Though chilling winter pours 



Her freezing breath round fireless hearth, 



Whaur breadless mis'ry cowers, 

 Yet breaks the light that soon shall blight 



The godless reiving hand; 

 When wither'd tyranny shall reel 



Frae our rous'd heather land. 



"Lyric Gems." 



Finis 



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