the farewell to the brethren of st jas&039; lod, tarbolton
tune—“guidnight, and joy be wi&039; you a&039;”
adieu! a heart-war fond adieu;
dear brothers of the ystic tie!
ye favoured, enlighten&039;d few,
panions of y cial joy;
tho&039; i to foreign nds t hie,
pursug fortune&039;s slidd&039;ry ba&039;;
with ltg heart, and briful eye,
i&039;ll d you still, tho&039; far awa
oft have i t your cial band,
and spent the cheerful, festive night;
oft, honour&039;d with supre and,
presided o&039;er the ns of light:
and by that hieroglyphic bright,
which none but craftsn ever saw
strong &039;ry on y heart shall write
those happy scenes, when far awa
ay freedo, harony, and love,
unite you the grand design,
beneath th&039; oniscient eye above,
the glorio architect dive,
that you ay keep th&039; unerrg le,
still risg by the pt&039;s w,
till order bright pletely she,
shall be y pray&039;r when far awa
and you, farewell! whose rits ci
jtly that highest bad to wear:
heav&039;n bless your honour&039;d noble na,
to anry and stia dear!
a st reest perit here,—
when yearly ye asseble a&039;,
one round, i ask it with a tear,
to hi, the bard that&039;s far awa
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