To Mary Warren On Her Birthday
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The bagpipes of the lowlands echo yr name
Crying out the joy that you made another year
They continue to play in honour of the day
Until the moors start to sing yr praises
In unison they celebrate you
And all the works you have done
Happy Birthday, Mrs. Warren
Let many more come
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