Written in a wrapper inclosing a letter to Capt. Grose, to be left with Mr. Cardonnel, Antiquarian. Tune-Sir John MALCOM.' KEN ye ought o' Captain Grose ? 1go, & age. If he's amang his friends or foes ? Iram, coram, dago. Is he South, or is he North ? Igo, & ago. Iram, coram, dago. Is he slain by Highland bodies ? Igo, & ago. Iram, coram, dago. Is he to Abram’s bosom gane ? Igo, & ago. Iram, coram, dago. Where'er Where'er he be, the Lord be near him! Igo, & ago. Iram, coram, dago. But please transmit th’inclosed letter, I go, & ago. iii Iram, coram, dago. So may ye hae auld stanes in store, I go, & ago. Iram, coram, dago. So may ye get in glad possession ; I go, & ago. Iram, coram, dago. TO I CALL no goddess to inspire my strains, Thou orb of day! thou other paler light ! And all ye many sparkling stars of night; If aught that giver from my mind efface ; If I that giver's bounty e'er disgrace; Then roll to me, along your wandering spheres, Only to number out a villain's years ! EPITAPH EPITAPH ON A FRIEND. AN honest man here lies at rest, |