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FAREWELL TO EDINBURGH.
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FAREWELL TO EDINBURGH.
Fair Queen of Caledon, thou sitt'st
Majestic and alone,
The strong arm of the rugged sea
A girdle round thee thrown,
The gorgeous thistle in thy hand,
That drinks the sunny ray,
While graceful on the northern breeze
Thine unbound tresses play.
In casket of the massy rock,
Within yon castled height,
Thou lay'st thy rich regalia by,
Dear to thy heart, and bright,
And clasping Albion's proffered hand,
A tear-drop in thine een,
All nobly by her side dost stand,
Though crownless, yet a queen.
