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He turned him right and round about

Upon the Irish shore; And gae his bridle-reins a shake,

With adieu for evermore, My dear,

Adieu for evermore.

The sodger from the wars returns,

The sailor frae the main; But I hae parted frae my love,

Never to meet again, My dear,

Never to meet again.

When day is gane, and night is come, And a' folk bound to sleep;

I think on him that's far awa, The lee-lang night, and weep, My dear,

The lee-lang night, and weep.

Burns.

XLVII VENICE

ONCE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee And was the safeguard of the West : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate,

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