And fondly we'll pledge the dear friends o' th' past, Tho' mountains and billows between us are cast ; Their mem'ry, their worth, we'll aye cherish the same, And they'll ever be dear to our ain fouk at hame. To the land o' our birth let us drink with... Poems by the people: one hundred and thirty pieces entered in competition ... - Page viii by People's journal - 1849 Full view -
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