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Reward the honest fisher's toil, And long your tables grace.
And, oh! ye Zetland lairds be kind, And shield th' industrious poorFrom hard oppression's iron rod, And tyranny of pow'r.
Oh! think how noble 'tis to smooth The couch of want and care;To bid the honest tenant smile, And sweet contentment share.
Oh! think what fond and fervent zeal Shall sanctify your cause,When never forc'd by pining want To break your rigid laws.
How sweet the meed of conscious worth, More dear than public fame!How sweet the blessings that repose Upon a good man's name!