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18 "Oh! green," said I, "are Yarrow's Holms,

"And sweet is Yarrow flowing!

"Fair hangs the apple frae the rock ,

"But we will leave it growing.

"O'er hilly path, and open Strath,

"We'll wander Scotland thorough;

"But, though so near, we will not turn

"Into the Dale of Yarrow.

"Let Beeves and home-bred Kine partake

"The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;

"The Swan on still St. Mary's Lake

"Float double, Swan and Shadow!

"We will not see them; will not go,

"To-day, nor yet to-morrow;

"Enough if in our hearts we know

"There's such a place as Yarrow

"Be Yarrow Stream unseen, unknown!

"It must, or we shall rue it:

"We have a vision of our own;

"Ah! why should we undo it?

"The treasured dreams of times long past,

"We'll keep them, winsome Marrow!

"For when we're there although 'tis fair

"'Twill be another Yarrow!