Now to her berth the fhip draws nigh, The watch is fet, and through the night, Proclaim" ALL'S WELL!" SONG IN THE FARMER, ERE around the huge oak that o'erfhadows yon mill, Ere the church was a ruin, that nods on the hill, Could I trace back the time, a far diftant date, He dying, bequeath'd to his fon a good name, For my child I've preferv'd it,unblemish'd with shame, MISS FORBES'S FAREWELL TO BANFF. FAREWELL ye fields an' meadows green, Aft have 1 filent ftol'n from hence, The azure sky, the hills around, But if the fates will be fae kind, A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT. BURNS. IS there for honest poverty, Wha hangs his head and a' that, The coward flave we pass him by, And dare be poor for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obfcure and a' that, The rank is but the guinea-ftamp, The man's the goud for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinfel fhew, and a' that; Is chief o' men for a' that. Ye fee yon birkię, ca'd a lord, Wha ftruts, and ftares, and a' that, Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a cuif for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His ribband, ftar, and a' that; The king can mak' a belted knight, His dignities, and a' that; Then let us pray, that come it may, As come it fhall, for a' that; That fenfe and worth, o'er a' the earth, Shall bear the gree, and a' that; For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that; Whan man, and man, the world o'er, When thickeft darkness covers all, When lightnings dart-when thunders roll, When o'er the bark the white topp'd waves, Then, oh! protect, &c. When deep immers'd in fulphurous smoke, He feels a glowing pleasure; He loads his gun-he cracks his joke, Elated beyond measure. Tho' fore and aft the blood ftain'd deck Or fhould the veffel float a wreck, When long becalm'd, on fouthern brine, Where fcorching beams affail him; When all the canvas hangs fupine, And food and water fail him; |