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How pleasant the Banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes, and flow’rs blooming fair! But the bonniest flow’r on the Banks of the Devon, Was once a sweet bude on the Braes of the Air. Mild shine the Sun on this sweet blushing flower, In the gay rosy morn, as it bathes in the dew; And gentle the fall of the soft vernal shower, That steals on the evening, each leaf to renew,

O spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes, With chill honry wing as ye usher the dawn; And far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizest; the verdure nadand [sic] pride of the garden or lawn. Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded Lillies, And England, triumphant display her proud Rose, A fairer than either adorn the green vallies Where Devon, sweet Devon meandering flows.