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What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,
For hireling traitors' wagęs.
Secure in valour's station;
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation !
That treason thus could sell us, My auld grey head had lain in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace! But pith and power till my last hour
I'll mak this declaration, Were bought and sold for English gold:
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
HOW HAPPY IS HE. Tune-"Good night and joy be wi' you a'." How happy is he, whoe'er he be,
That in his lifetime meets one true friend, Who cordially does sympathize
In words, in action, heart, and mind : My kind respects do not neglect,
Altho' my wealth or state be small; With a melting heart, and a mournful eye,
I beg that peace be wi' you all.
My loving friends, I kiss your hands,
For time invites me now to move; On your poor servant lay commands, Who is ambitious of your love.
He-whose pow'r and might, both day and night,
Governs the depths, makes rain to fall, To sun and moon gives course of light, Direct, protect, defend you
I do protest, within my breast,
Your memory I'll not neglect; On that record I'll lay arrest,
No change shall ever alter it.
Is to be freed from guilt or thrall;
Good night, and joy be wi' you
END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.
IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER
THE FIRST LINES.
Aft hae I stray'd the woods amang,
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie bride,
How sweet is the scene,
Richard Gall, 194
J. Burtt, 331
J. Nicol, 186