The Lord and Bastard o' 'Bresi

Actually about the great city of Abresi. But, said incorrectly. Really helps the rhyming scheme.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes
By the port, and the music in it roars
I love not man the less, but the Bastard o’Bresi.

A ruddy drop of manly blood,
The world uncertain comes and goes;
Like daily sunrise, like a sullen dusk
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
The twisting streets and broken cobbles,
Picking ones way carefully, all to seek the Lord’o ‘Bresi.

Break, break, break
On the cold grey stones,
O’Sing for the Bastard o’Bresi
Ballads for Ostromir and Tuvya,
Boldly they led, boldly they took,
Clean pickings o’Bresi,
But the tender grace of a day that is dead,
Will never come back.