Why look with infolent difdain On thofe undeck'd with wealth or ftate? Give health, or eafe the brow of Care? The fcepter'd king, the burden'd slave, So flies the meteor thro' the skies, By a Brother of the Lodge of St Luke, Edinburgh. IN Tune,-In the garb of old Gaul. N the dress of Free Mafons, fit garments for Jove, With the ftrongeft attachment, true brotherly love, We now are affembl'd, all jovial and free, For who are fo wife, and fo happy as we? And fince we're bound by fecrecy to unity and love, Let us, like brethren, faithful to ev'ry brother prove: Thus, hand in hand, let's firmly ftand, All Mafons in a ring, Protectors of our native land, The Craft, and the King. Tho' fome, with ambition, for glory contend, And when they've attain'd it, defpife each poor Yet a Mafon, tho' noble, his fame to infure, Counts each Mafon his brother tho' ever fo poor. And fince we're bound, &c. But not to our brethren alone we confine friend, And fince we're bound by fecrecy to unity and love, Let us, like brethren, faithful ftill to ev'ry fister prove, &c. With juftice, with candour, our bofoms are warm'd, Our tongues are with truth and fincerity arm'd; We're loyal, we're trufty, we're faithful to thofe, Who treat us as friends, and we fmile at our foes. And fince we're bound, &c. We bend to the King, to our Master we bend; Jenny. S TERN winter has left us, the trees are in STER bloom, And cowflips and vi'lets the meadows perfumes While kids are difporting, and birds fill the fpray, Jockey. Among the young lilies, my Jenny, I've stray'd, Jenny. Ah! Jockey, I fear you intend to beguile, Jockey. Young Willy is handfome, in fhepherd's green dreft, He gave you these ribbons that hang at your breaft, Befides three fweet kisses upon the new hay; Was that done like Jenny, the Queen of the May? Jenny. This garland of rofes no longer I prize, Jockey. Believe me, dear maiden, your lover you wrong, Your name is for ever the theme of my fong; Jenny. Again, balmy comfort with transport I view, Jockey. Come all you young lovers, I pray you draw near, Avoid all fufpicion, whate'er may appear; Believe not your eyes, left your peace they betray: Then come, my dear Jenny, and hail the new May. Come all young lovers, &c. N HIGHLAND QUEEN. O more my song shall be, ye swains, To celebrate my Highland Queen. In her, fweet innocence you'll find, The brightest nymph that trips the green, No fordid wish, or trifling joy, How bleft that youth, whom gentle Fate That's lately yielded up her heart Jamie, the pride of all the green, With him, for beauty, shape, and air, Would once the dearest boy but fay, T H Ow hard is the fortune of all woman-kind? For ever fubjected; for ever confin'd. Our parents controul us until we are wives, And our husbands enflave us the rest of our lives. If only we love, yet we dare not reveal, But fecretly languifh, compel'd to conceal: We're fham'd if we're kind, and we're blam'd if we're coy. |