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well, farewell, Eliza, dear,
the maid that I adore!
(illegible text)voice is in mine ear,
(illegible text)part to meet no more!
(illegible text)the last throb that leaves my heart,
(illegible text)death stands victor by,
(illegible text)throb, Eliza, is thy part,
and thine that latest sigh!
the maid that I adore!
(illegible text)voice is in mine ear,
(illegible text)part to meet no more!
(illegible text)the last throb that leaves my heart,
(illegible text)death stands victor by,
(illegible text)throb, Eliza, is thy part,
and thine that latest sigh!
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!
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!
