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As late I through the country ſtray'd, it's beauties to explore, I happ'd, by chance to meet a maid, the Flower of Carronſhore.

Tho' winter's frowns had robb'd the trees of the verdure which they bore, Sweet Nature, to replace all theſe, rais'd this Flower on Carton-ſhore.

Tho'keen and cold the winter's blaſt, and loud the tempeſts roar Ah! they can never dare deface The Flower of Carron-ſhore.

While farmer's miles do cheer the groves, and to each flower its ſweets reſtore, They ſtill like winter muſt appear to the Maid of Carron-ſhore.

O have you ſeen the opening roſe with dew beſpangled o'er? Such charm within the breaſt repoſe of the Maid of Carron-ſhore.