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" The farmer, in whose fields we're found, 



Rejects us with disgrace, 

 And looks on Poppies in his ground, 



As pimples in his face. 



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 " Man too, of strange, perverted taste, 



Miscalls our potent sweets ; 

 Yet leeks are mid his dainties placed, 



And onions crown his treats, *. 



" The same high parentage we claim 



With oriental plants, 

 And near relations, bear his name, 



Who in the garden flaunts. 



" Owned to by soporific powers, 

 Who share the doctor's pride, 



Connected with physician flowers, 

 To science we're allied. 



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"How bright, mid universal green, 



Our scarlet host appears, 

 Not in more splendid garb are seen, 



St. James' Volunteers. 



