God bless our noble swamp
Though it be cold and damp
God save our swamp.
Though every castle sinks,
And though our monarch thinks
The ground beneath us stinks,
Still it's our swamp.
Oh, how it stirs the blood
To cry: "Let them eat mud!"
In our dear swamp.
Though it is cold and wet,
And many colds we get,
Still there is no better yet
Than our dear swamp.

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Copyright 2003
Originally appeared in
The Mudpuppy
Newsletter of The Barony of Settmour Swamp
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