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 HERE Mary set her bonny foot Throughout the North Countree, No English roses c'er took root, No foreign fleur-de-lys.

Round palace tower and prison wall ('Tis vain to cut them down), The Scottish thistles cluster tall: The thorns of Mary's crown.

Where'er she lived Scotch thistle grows, Her Flower of Pain is seen: More loyal than the Southern rose, Its purple mourns the Queen.