The Musical Charmer/The Banks of the Devon

by Anonymous

The Banks of the Devon.

How pleasant the banks
of the clear winding Devon,
With green spreading bushes,
and flow'rs blooming fair!
But the bonniest flow'r
on the banks of the Devon,
Was once a sweet bude
on the braes of the Air.

Mild be the Sun
on this sweet blushing flower,
In the gay rosy morn
as it bathos in the dew;
And gentle the fall
of the soft verdant shower,
That steals on the evening,
each leaf to renew.

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 seizest
The verdure and pride
of the garden and lawn.

Let Bourbon exult
in her gay gilded lillies,
And England, triumphant,
display her proud rose;
A fairer than either
adorns the green vallies;
Where Devon, sweet Devon
meandering flows.