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Bonie Doon, sae sweet and gloamin
Fare thee weel before I gang! Bonie Doon, whare, early roaming,
First I weav'd the rustic sang ! Bowers, adieu, whare Love, decoying,
First inthrall'd this heart o' mine, There the safest sweets enjoying,
Sweets that Mem'ry ne'er shall tyne! Friends, so near my bosom ever,
Ye hae render'd moments dear; But, alas! when forc'd to sever,
Then the stroke, O how severe! Friends! that parting tear reserve it,
Tho''tis doubly dear to me! Could I think I did deserve it,
How much happier would I be! Scenes of wo and scenes of pleasure,
Sceves that former thoughts renew, Scenes of wo and scenes of pleasure,
Now a sad and last adieu !"
THE BRETHREN OF ST. JAMES'S LODGE,
Tune-"Good night, and joy be wi' you a'!”
Dear brothers of the mystic tye!
Companions of my social joy!
Pursuing fortune's slidd'ry ba',
And spent the cheerful, festive night:
Presided o'er the sons of light:
Which pone but craftsmen ever saw!
Those happy scenes when far awa'.
Unite you in the grand design,
The glorious Architect divine! That you may keep th’ unerring line,
Still rising by the plummet's law, Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my pray'r when far awa.”
And you, farewell! whose merits claim,
Justly, that highest badge to wear! Heav'n bless your honor'd, noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear! A last request, permit me here,
When yearly ye assenible a', One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him,-the Bard that's far awa.'
FAREWELL TO ELIZA.
FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw
A boundless ocean's roar :
But boundless oceans, roaring wide,
Between my love and me,
The maid that I adore !
We part to meet no more.
While death stands victor by,
And thine that latest sigh!
Tune" Katharine Ogie."
YE banks and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Your waters never drumlie!
And there the langest tarry;
O' my sweet Highland Mary,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom ;
I clasp'd her to my bosom!
The golden hours on angel wings,
Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me, as light and life,
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' many a vow, and lock'd embrace,
Our parting was fu’ tender;
We tore oursels asunder;
That nipt my flower sae early!
That wraps my Highland Mary!
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft' hae kiss'd sae fondly!
That dwelt on me gae kindly!
That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core,
Shall live my Highland Mary.
MARY IN HEAVEN.
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day
My Mary from my soul was toru).