Александр Дуглас (Alexander Douglas)

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      FIFE, an’ a’ the land about it,
      Fife, an’ a’ the land about it;
      May health an’ peace an’ plenty glad
      Fair Fife, an’ a’ the land about it.

We ’ll raise the song on highest key,
  Through every grove till echo shout it;
The sweet enchantin’ theme shall be,
  Fair Fife, an’ a’ the land about it.

Her braid an’ lang extended vales
  Are clad wi’ corn, a’ wavin’ yellow;
Her flocks an’ herds crown a’ her hills;
  Her woods resound wi’ music mellow.

Her waters pastime sweet afford
  To ane an’ a’ wha like to angle;
The seats o’ mony a laird an’ lord,
  Her plains, as stars the sky, bespangle.

In ilka town an’ village gay,
  Hark! Thrift her wheel an’ loom are usin’;
While to an’ frae each port an’ bay,
  See wealthy Commerce briskly cruisin’.

Her maids are frugal, modest, fair,
  As lilies by her burnies growin’;
An’ ilka swain may here repair,
  Whase heart wi’ virt’ous love is glowin’.

In peace, her sons like lammies mild,
  Are lightsome, friendly, an’ engagin’;
In war they ’re loyal, bauld, an’ wild
  As lions roused an’ fiercely ragin’.

May auld an’ young ha’e meat an’ claes;
  May wark an’ wages aye be plenty;
An’ may the sun to latest days
  See Fife an’ a’ her bairnies canty.

      Fife, an’ a’ the land about it,
      Fife, an’ a’ the land about it;
      May health an’ peace an’ plenty glad
      Fair Fife, an’ a’ the land about it.

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