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Such trumpery and cpieer” bouquet, 
’Till Luhin begged they’d hear him 
Ill its defence :—and soon the gay 
Young faces gather’d near him. 
lubin’s song. 
Fair maidens. I’ll sing you a song; 
I’ll tell you the bonny wild flower. 
Whose blossoms so yellow, and branches so long. 
O’er moor and o’er rough rocky mountain are flung. 
Far away from trim garden and bovver. 
It clings to the crag, and it clothes the wild hill; 
It stands sturdily breasting the storm. 
When the loud-voiced winds sing so drearily shrill. 
And the snow-flakes in eddies fall silent and still. 
And the shepherd can scarce wrap him warm. 
'Tis the bonny bright gorse, that gleams cheerily forth. 
Like sunlight e’er lingering here. 
In the verdure of Spring, and when Summer on earth 
Has called all the fairest of blossoms to birth. 
As a crown for the noon of the year. 
When the " fall of the leaf” in the forest is heard. 
And the naked boughs stretch through the air; 
