THE FAREWELL TO THE BRETHREN OF ST. JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON. Tune-GOOD NIGHT, AND JOY BE WI' YOU A'!' I. ADIEU! a heart-warm, fond adieu! Tho' Tho' I to foreign lands must hie, II. Oft have I met your social band, And spent the cheerful, festive night; Oft, honour'd with supreme command, Presided o'er the sons of light: And by that hieroglyphic bright, Which none but craftsmen ever saw ! Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write Those happy scenes when far awa'. III. May freedom, harmony, and love, And you IV. farewell! whose merits claim, Justly, that highest badge to wear! When yearly ye assemble a', SONG. SONG. Tune- PREPARE, MY DEAR BRETHREN, 'TO THE TAVERN LET'S FLY.' I. No churchman am I for to rail and to write, II. The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow ; III. Here passes the squire on his brother-his horse; There centum per centum, the cit with his purse; But see you the crown how it waves in the air, There a big-belly'd bottle still eases my care. IV. The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; I once was persuaded a venture to make; |