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SONG XXVII. The BANKS of TAY.
The Banks of Air, and Attrick Banks,
Are sweetly sung among the Fair;
The former sure deserves no Thanks,
For Attrick Banks first gave the Air.
Yet he who sings the Banks of Air,
Brags proudly of his ancient Braes,
As nothing with them could compare;
But Tay's sweet Banks deserve the Praise.
Are sweetly sung among the Fair;
The former sure deserves no Thanks,
For Attrick Banks first gave the Air.
Yet he who sings the Banks of Air,
Brags proudly of his ancient Braes,
As nothing with them could compare;
But Tay's sweet Banks deserve the Praise.
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The rapid River swiftly slides,
With pleasant Murmures, thro' the Groves,
With famous Woods on both its Sides,
Where Swains and Nymphs disclose their Loves.
With fertile Banks and Forrests fair,
Adorn'd with gow'ny Glens and Braes,
That far surpass the Banks of Air,
And more, by far, deserve the Praise.
With pleasant Murmures, thro' the Groves,
With famous Woods on both its Sides,
Where Swains and Nymphs disclose their Loves.
With fertile Banks and Forrests fair,
Adorn'd with gow'ny Glens and Braes,
That far surpass the Banks of Air,
And more, by far, deserve the Praise.
Both Dukes and Earls our Banks do grace;
Lords ancient, famous of Renown:
Here Royal CHARLES, of ancient Race,
Receiv'd the Sceptre, Sword and Crown.
Upon our Banks there lives a Lord,
Whose Title bears BROADALBION;
And Murrays, noble by Record,
A Pillar of the British Throne.
Lords ancient, famous of Renown:
Here Royal CHARLES, of ancient Race,
Receiv'd the Sceptre, Sword and Crown.
Upon our Banks there lives a Lord,
Whose Title bears BROADALBION;
And Murrays, noble by Record,
A Pillar of the British Throne.
The Hays, an ancient warlike Race,
Whose Feats at Arms oft have been
With Valour shewn in many a Place,
In many bloody Action seen.
They beat the proud insulting Danes,
Who thought our Nation was their Prey,
And made them leave the Scotian Plains;
So valiant was the matchless Hay.
Whose Feats at Arms oft have been
With Valour shewn in many a Place,
In many bloody Action seen.
They beat the proud insulting Danes,
Who thought our Nation was their Prey,
And made them leave the Scotian Plains;
So valiant was the matchless Hay.
The Drummonds too, of noble Fame,
So hon'rable, great and brave,
Alliance to the Crown they claim,
Upon our Banks a Lodging have,
Enclos'd with Woods and Gardens fair,
That ev'ry Month smiles as 'twere May:
Blyth Mary walks with Pleasure here,
And beautifies the Banks of Tay.
So hon'rable, great and brave,
Alliance to the Crown they claim,
Upon our Banks a Lodging have,
Enclos'd with Woods and Gardens fair,
That ev'ry Month smiles as 'twere May:
Blyth Mary walks with Pleasure here,
And beautifies the Banks of Tay.
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That ancient Royal Palace, SCOON,
Stands on the pleasant Banks of TAY;
St. JOHNSTON, where you'll see the Moon
On Clock-work increase and decay.
Here Trade and Manners flourish fair;
Laws and Religion equal sway;
Nor IRVING's Holms, nor Banks of AIR,
Can vie with our brave Banks of TAY.
Stands on the pleasant Banks of TAY;
St. JOHNSTON, where you'll see the Moon
On Clock-work increase and decay.
Here Trade and Manners flourish fair;
Laws and Religion equal sway;
Nor IRVING's Holms, nor Banks of AIR,
Can vie with our brave Banks of TAY.
The Ogilvies, of high Descent,
Sprung partly from Montgomery's Race,
Whose Valour Fame still represents
In that old Song of Chivy-chase.
Kinnairds, true Scots-men, much esteem'd
Among the Brave, the Great and Gay;
They and the Ogilvies are deem'd
To beautify the Banks of TAY.
Sprung partly from Montgomery's Race,
Whose Valour Fame still represents
In that old Song of Chivy-chase.
Kinnairds, true Scots-men, much esteem'd
Among the Brave, the Great and Gay;
They and the Ogilvies are deem'd
To beautify the Banks of TAY.
The Lyons, an heroick Race,
Whose Castle bears their famous Name,
A beautiful and lovely Place,
Of regular and comely Frame.
Their wide Extent of Fame and State,
Takes in that spacious Plain STRATHMORE;
Here on our Banks, among the Great,
They share of noble Fame and Pow'r.
Whose Castle bears their famous Name,
A beautiful and lovely Place,
Of regular and comely Frame.
Their wide Extent of Fame and State,
Takes in that spacious Plain STRATHMORE;
Here on our Banks, among the Great,
They share of noble Fame and Pow'r.
The Grays upon our Banks do shine,
With splendid Glories, worthy Fame;
But oh! my Muse, I want Engine
To scance upon the ancient Name.
Let Fame in Annals represent
The Actions of the Noble Gray;
And Heav'ns guard those that resident
Here on the pleasant Banks of TAY.
With splendid Glories, worthy Fame;
But oh! my Muse, I want Engine
To scance upon the ancient Name.
Let Fame in Annals represent
The Actions of the Noble Gray;
And Heav'ns guard those that resident
Here on the pleasant Banks of TAY.
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The Dowglass, whose Ancestors brave,
Shines brightly in Records of Fame,
Upon our Banks a Title have,
That adds a Glory to the same.
Here stands the City of DUNDEE,
Where Navigation flourish fair,
Religion, Trade and Fisherie,
Surpassing far the Town of Air.
Shines brightly in Records of Fame,
Upon our Banks a Title have,
That adds a Glory to the same.
Here stands the City of DUNDEE,
Where Navigation flourish fair,
Religion, Trade and Fisherie,
Surpassing far the Town of Air.
Here Macer, Lindsay, Wedderburn,
Et cætera, Knights of high Renown,
The Banks of TAY they much adorn
With many famous Tow'r and Town.
The Fyfes and Crawfoords, worthy Grahams,
Brave Scots-men, all deserving Praise,
TAY's Banks can boast of nobler Theams
Than Attrick, Air, or Irving's Lays.
Et cætera, Knights of high Renown,
The Banks of TAY they much adorn
With many famous Tow'r and Town.
The Fyfes and Crawfoords, worthy Grahams,
Brave Scots-men, all deserving Praise,
TAY's Banks can boast of nobler Theams
Than Attrick, Air, or Irving's Lays.
What brisker Lads, more lovely Swains,
Than on the Banks of TAY abide?
The fairest Nymphs sure here remains
That's in the Universe so wide.
All Sorts of Grain our Banks produce,
With Store of Fruits and Gardens fair,
What's necessary for Man's Use,
Excelling far the Banks of Air.
Than on the Banks of TAY abide?
The fairest Nymphs sure here remains
That's in the Universe so wide.
All Sorts of Grain our Banks produce,
With Store of Fruits and Gardens fair,
What's necessary for Man's Use,
Excelling far the Banks of Air.
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