SONG IX. THE FAREWELL ΤΟ THE BRETHREN OF ST JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON. AIR. GOOD NIGHT AND JOY BE WI' YOU A'. I. ADIEU! a heart-warm, fond adieu ! II. Oft have I met your social band, And spent the cheerful, festive night; Oft, honour'd with supreme command, Presided o'er the sons of light: And by that hieroglyphic bright, Which none but craftsmen ever saw! Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write Those happy scenes when far awa'. III. May freedom, harmony, and love, And you, farewell! whose merits claim, To him, the bard that's far awa'. SONG X. NO CHURCHMAN AM I, &c. AIR.---PREPARE, MY DEAR BRETHREN, &C. I. No churchman am I for to rail and to write, II. The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow I scorn not the peasant, tho' ever so low; But a club of good fellows, like those that are here, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. III. Here passes the squire on his brother-his horse; There centum per centum, the cit with his purse; But see you the crown how it waves in the air, There a big-belly'd bottle still eases my care. IV. The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; V. I once was persuaded a venture to make; A letter inform'd me that all was to wreck; But the pursy old landlord just waddled up stairs, With a glorious bottle that ended my cares. VI. "Life's cares they are comforts *”. down '-a maxim laid By the bard, what d' ye call him, that wore the black gown; And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair; * Young's Night Thoughts. |