Burns's Songs/The Farewell, to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton
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THE FAREWELL,
TO THE BRETHREN OF ST. JAMES'S LODGE,
TARBOLTON.
Tune—Good night, and joy be wi’ you a’.
Adieu! a heart warm, fond adieu!
Dear brothers of the majestic tye!
Ye favour’d, ye enlighten’d few,
Companions of my social joy!
I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing Fortune’s sliddery ba’,
(illegible text)melting heart, and brimful eye,
I mind you still, tho’ far awa’.
Dear brothers of the majestic tye!
Ye favour’d, ye enlighten’d few,
Companions of my social joy!
I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing Fortune’s sliddery ba’,
(illegible text)melting heart, and brimful eye,
I mind you still, tho’ far awa’.
(illegible text)have I met your social band,
and spent the cheerful, festive night
honour’d with supreme command,
Presided o’er the sons of light:
by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but craftsmen ever saw!
Strong mem’ry on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes when far awa’.
and spent the cheerful, festive night
honour’d with supreme command,
Presided o’er the sons of light:
by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none 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 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 he my pray'r when far awa’.
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 he my pray'r when far awa’.
And you, Farewell! whose merits claim
Justly, that highest badge to wear!
Heav n bless your honour’d, noble name
To Masonry and Scotia dear!
A last request, permit me here,
When yearly ye assemble a’
One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, the Bard that’s far awa’!
Justly, that highest badge to wear!
Heav n bless your honour’d, noble name
To Masonry and Scotia dear!
A last request, permit me here,
When yearly ye assemble a’
One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, the Bard that’s far awa’!
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