<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Donald Ross</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Scottish - Canadian tale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the side of moss<br>Lived young Donald Ross,<br>Among the heathery hills<br>And the mountain rills, <br>In a snug little cot, <br>Content with his lot,<br>He never knew sorrow,<br>With his wife and wee Flora.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But an order went forth,<br>O'er the land of the north,<br>To burn many a home<br>So the wild deer might roam.<br>With grief he then did toss<br>All that night, Donald Ross,<br>And sad seemed the morrow<br>For his wife and sma' Flora.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh ! it was a cruel deed,<br>But nobles do not heed <br>The sorrows of the poor.<br>Drove on a barren moor,<br>Where he wove a wreath<br>Of the blooming heath,<br>For to crown with glory<br>The brow of little Flory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He then bade farewell <br>To his mountain dell, <br>Where his fathers appears<br>Had lived a thousand years, <br>With their few goats and sheep<br>Which fed on hills so steep. <br>Oh, it was a sad story <br>For bonnie little Flora.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sought a distant strand,<br>In Canada bought land,<br>To him a glorious charm<br>To view his own broad farm,<br>His horses and his cows,<br>Cultivators and plows ;<br>And now his daughter Flora<br>She is the flower of Zorra.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+McIntyre">James McIntyre</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416009" data-title="Donald Ross de James McIntyre" data-description="A Scottish - Canadian tale. By the side of moss Lived young Donald Ross, Among the heathery hills And the mountain rills, In a snug little cot, Content with his lot, He never knew sorrow, With his wife and wee Flora. But an order went forth, O..."></div> </div> </div>

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