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Your Name May be Noble.
1836.
Your name may be noble, unsullied your race
As the course of the mountain-rill pure from its spring,
And you may have done nothing that name to disgrace;
But you are not a Briton, if false to your King!
As the course of the mountain-rill pure from its spring,
And you may have done nothing that name to disgrace;
But you are not a Briton, if false to your King!
You tell me of Freedom, I worship it too;
Without it, my life were a valueless thing;
But I find it consistent with Loyalty true,—
And you are not a Briton, if false to your King!
Without it, my life were a valueless thing;
But I find it consistent with Loyalty true,—
And you are not a Briton, if false to your King!
You tell me of England—I'm proud of her name;
To all that is bright in her story I cling;
But it was under Monarchs she gathered her fame,—
And you are not a Briton, if false to your King!
To all that is bright in her story I cling;
But it was under Monarchs she gathered her fame,—
And you are not a Briton, if false to your King!
The flock may be false to the shepherd that leads it
Each morn during summer to pasture and spring—
The child to the parent that fondles and feeds it,
But ne'er will a Briton be false to his King!
Each morn during summer to pasture and spring—
The child to the parent that fondles and feeds it,
But ne'er will a Briton be false to his King!
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