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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 !"






Tune-"Good night, and joy be wi' you a'!

ADIEU ! a heart-warm fond adieu!

Dear brothers of the mystic tye!
Ye favor'd, ye enlighten'd few,

Companions of my social joy!
Tho'l to foreign lands must hie,

Pursuing fortune's slidd'ry ba',
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, tho' far awa'.

Oft have I met your social band,

And spent the cheerful, festive night:
Oft, honor'd with supreme command,

Presided o'er the sons of light:
And by that hieroglyphic bright,

Which pone but craftsmen ever saw!
Strong mem’ry on my heart shall write

Those happy scenes when far awa'.

May freedom, harmony, and love,

Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath the Omniscient Eye above,

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.'


Tune—“ Gilderoy."


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,
They never, never can divide
My heart and soul from thee;

Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,

The maid that I adore !
A boding vaice is in mine ear,

We part to meet no more.
But the last throb that leaves my heart,

While death stands victor by,
That tbrob, Eliza, is thy part,

And thine that latest sigh!


Tune" Katharine Ogie."

YE banks and braes, and streams around

The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,

Your waters never drumlie!
There simmer first unfald her robes,

And there the langest tarry;
For there I took the last fareweel

O' my sweet Highland Mary,
How sweetly bloom'd the gay,green birk,

How rich the hawthorn's blossom ;
As underneath their fragrant shade,

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;
And, pledging aft to meet again,

We tore oursels asunder;
But oh! fell death's untimely frost,

That nipt my flower sae early!
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,

That wraps my Highland Mary!

O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,

I aft' hae kiss'd sae fondly!
And clos'd, for ay, the sparkling glance,

That dwelt on me gae kindly!
And mouldering now in silent dust,

That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core,

Shall live my Highland Mary.



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).

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