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138 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF
RICHARD ALFRED MILLIKIN (1767-1815)
THE GROVES OF BLARNEY
THE Groves of Blarney They look so charming, Down by the purling
Of sweet silent streams, Being banked with posies, That spontaneous grow there, Planted in order
By the sweet rock close. 'Tis there's the daisy And the sweet carnation, The blooming pink,
And the rose so fair ; The daffodowndilly — Likewise the lily, All flowers that scent
The sweet fragrant air.
'Tis Lady Jeffers That owns this station ; Like Alexander,
Or Queen Helen fair; There's no commander In all the nation, For emulation,
Lan with her compare.