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Let merry England proudly rear
Her boasted roses-bought so dear;
Let Albyn bind her bonnet blue.
With heath and hare-bell dipt in dew,
On favour’d Erin’s crest be seen
The fiow’r she loves of emerald green :
But, lady, twine no wreath for me,
Or twine it of the cypress tree.
Her boasted roses-bought so dear;
Let Albyn bind her bonnet blue.
With heath and hare-bell dipt in dew,
On favour’d Erin’s crest be seen
The fiow’r she loves of emerald green :
But, lady, twine no wreath for me,
Or twine it of the cypress tree.
I’D BE A BUTTERFLY.
I’d be a butterfly born in a how’r,
Where roses and lillies’ and violets meet
Roving for ever from flower to flower.
And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.
I’d never languish for wealth or for power,
I’d never sigh, to see slaves at my feet,
I’d be a butterfly born in a how’r,
And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.
I’d be a butterfly, &c.
Where roses and lillies’ and violets meet
Roving for ever from flower to flower.
And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.
I’d never languish for wealth or for power,
I’d never sigh, to see slaves at my feet,
I’d be a butterfly born in a how’r,
And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.
I’d be a butterfly, &c.
Oh, could I pilfer the wand of a fairy,
I’d have a pair of those beautiful wings;
Their summer days ramble is sportive and airy,
They sleep in a rose when the nighingale sings.
Those who have wealth must be watchful and wary,
Power, alas! nought but misery brings,
I’d have a pair of those beautiful wings;
Their summer days ramble is sportive and airy,
They sleep in a rose when the nighingale sings.
Those who have wealth must be watchful and wary,
Power, alas! nought but misery brings,
