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1844–1912

BALLADE OF HIS OWN COUNTRY

Andrew Lang

I scribbled on a fly-book's leaves Among the shining salmon-flies; A song for summer-time that grieves I scribbled on a fly-book's leaves.

Between grey sea and golden sheaves, Beneath the soft wet Morvern skies, I scribbled on a fly-book's leaves Among the shining salmon-flies.

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