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'A ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK.
TUNE- The Shepherd's Wife.
All ou a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
It scents the early morning.
Within the bush, her covert nest
Sae early in the morning.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
Awake the early morning.
So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
That tents thy early morning.
So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay,
That watch'd thy early morning.
THE FAREWELL, TO THE BRETHREN OF ST.
JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON.
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Companions of my social joy!
Pursuing Fortune's sliddery ba',
I'll mind you still, tho' far awa.
Oft have I met your social band,
And spent the cheerful, festive night;
Presided o'er the sons of light :
Which none but craftsmen ever saw!
Those happy scenes when far awa.
May freedom, harmony, and love,
Unite you in the grand design, Beneath th' 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 prayer when far awa.
And you, farewell! whose merits claim,
Justly, that highest badge to wear! Heaven bless your honour'd, noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear!
When yearly ye assemble a',
To him, the Bard that's far awa.
FARE THEE WEEL.
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest.!
Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember,
Parting wi’ Nancy, 0! ne'er to meet mair. Fond lovers' parting is sweet painful pleasure,
Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; But the dire feeling, O farewell for ever,
Js anguish unmingled and agony pure.