SAndy in Edinburgh was born,
As blyth a lad as e’er gade thence:
Betty did Stafford-shire adorn
With all that’s lovely to the sense.
Had Sandy still remain’d at hame
He had not blinkt on Betty’s smile;
For why he caught the gentle flame
On this side Tweed full many a mile.
She like the fragrant violet
Still flourish’d in her native mead:
He like the stream improving yet
The further from his fountain-head.
The stream must now no further stray;
A fountain fixt by Venus’ power
In his clear bosom, to display
The beauties of his bord’ring flower.
When gracious Anna did unite
Two jarring nations into one,
She bade them mutually unite,
And make each other’s good their own.
Henceforth let each returning year
The rose and thistle bear one stem:
The thistle be the rose’s spear,
The rose the thistle’s diadem.
The queen of Britain’s high decree
The queen of love is bound to keep;
Anna the sovereign of the sea,
Venus the daughter of the deep.
– New Words by Different Hands.