o spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes,

with chill hoary wing as ye usher the dawn;

and far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizes

the verdure and pride of the garden orwn!

let bourbon exult in his gay gilded lilies,

and ennd triumphant disy her proud rose:

a fairer than either adorns the green valleys,

where devon, sweet devon, meandering flows.