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FAREWELL TO EDINBURGH. 257
And by my ingle-side once more
Do clasp the kindred hand, And tell my listening children tales
Of climes of foreign fame, Their grateful tears with mine will fall
At dear Edina's name.
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FAREWELL TO EDINBURGH. 257
And by my ingle-side once more
Do clasp the kindred hand, And tell my listening children tales
Of climes of foreign fame, Their grateful tears with mine will fall
At dear Edina's name.
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