Poems with rhymes of lorne

At sic myscheiff war thai of Lorn,
`For fele the lyvys thar has lorne

Who after that he had faire Una lorne,
Through light misdeeming of her loialtie,
And false Duessa in her sted had borne,

For Royal Princess doth adorn
The title of the Lord of Lorne,

Down the road to Lorne --
Buy my Christmas creeper
And I'll say where you were born!

And in her carriage was the Princess Louise, the Marchioness of Lorne,
In a beautiful white dress, which did per person adorn.

Looking very pale, dejected, careworn, and forlorn;
Then followed great magnates, all dressed in uniform,
And last, but not least, the noble Marquis of Lorne.

The gullied ranges dip to Lorne
With musk and gum and myrtle tree—
I love the land where I was born.