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 "poet": "James McIntyre",
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 "book": "Musings on the Banks of Canadian Thames",
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  "venue": "Musings on the Banks of Canadian Thames (1884)",
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   {
    "text": "This night shall never be forgot",
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   {
    "text": "For humble life none now despise,",
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   {
    "text": "Since Burns was born in lowly cot",
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    "text": "Whose muses wing soars to the skies.",
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   {
    "text": "’Round Scotia’s brow he wove a wreath",
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   {
    "text": "And raised her name in classic story",
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   {
    "text": "A deathless fame he did bequeath,",
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    "text": "His country’s pride, his country’s glory.",
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    "text": "He sang her hills, he sang her dales,",
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   {
    "text": "Of Bonnie Doon and Banks of Ayr,",
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   {
    "text": "Of death and Hornbook and such tales",
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    "text": "As Tam O’Shanter and his mare.",
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    "text": "He bravely taught that manly worth",
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    "text": "More precious is than finest gold,",
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    "text": "He reckoned not on noble birth,",
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    "text": "But noble deeds alone extolled.",
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    "text": "Where will we find behind the plow",
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    "text": "Or in the harvest field at toil",
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    "text": "Another youth, sweet bard, like thou,",
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    "text": "Could draw the tear or raise the smile.",
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    "text": "We do not think ’twas Burns’ fault,",
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    "text": "For there were no teetotalers then,",
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    "text": "That Willie brewed a peck of malt",
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    "text": "And Robin preed like other men.",
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    "text": "’Tis true he loved the lasses dear,",
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   {
    "text": "But who for this would loudly blame,",
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   {
    "text": "For Scotia’s maids his heart did cheer",
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   {
    "text": "And love is a true heavenly flame.",
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    "text": "So here we’ve met in distant land",
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   {
    "text": "Poor honest Robin to extol,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Though oft we differ let us stand",
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   {
    "text": "United now in Ingersoll.",
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