Pretty Lass In Blue - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
'Bluebell of Scotland' we name you
When clad in your dress of floral hue
We do confess we love you best.
And north to south, east to west
To you alone, we give love in excess
Your feminine smile is sweet and kind.
You are beautifully slim and so refined.
Our knowledge of artistry never deceives
And like the harebell's heart-shaped leaves
We will cling to the magic Cupid weaves.
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