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the cannon's loud roar to the bells' tuneful peal, Tell forth in glad chorus, the joy that we feel: Let echo, with notes of delight, swell the choir, For the "Fair Maid of Trentham" is "Lady Blantyre."

See Scotia's famed land of the mountain and wave, At the thethe [sic] shrine of our fairest hath yeilded her brave: Far blest above others, be ever that hour, When the blood of the Stewart was blent with the Gower.

All hail to the Trentham! beneath whose proud dome, Meek pity and charity both find a home; Where Cupid hath lit Hymen's holiest fire, Forging fetters of love for the Lord of Blantyre.

Daughter of, bright be thy brow, By sorrows unclouded, and sunny as now; Thy grief never greater than 'tis at this hour: God bless thee! thou beautiful child of the Gower.

Come, fill up the wine cup, fill, fill to the brim, On its surface let prayers for their happiness swim; May heaven's protection and best gifts conspire To bless the Young Lord and the Lady Blantyre!