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THE BRETHREN OF ST JAMES'S LODGE,
AIR.---GOOD NIGHT AND JOY BE WI' YOU A'.
Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu !
Dear brothers of the mystic-tye ! Ye favour’d, ye enlighten'd few,
Companions of my social joy! Though I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune's slidd'ry ba', With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, tho' far awa'.
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’.
Unite you in the grand design,
The glorious Architect divine !
Still rising by the plummet's law,
IV. And you,
farewell! whose merits claim, ustly, that highest badge to wear ! Heav'n bless your honour'd noble name,
To masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here,
When yearly ye assemble a', One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, the bard that's far awa'.
NO CHURCHMAN AM I, &c.
AIR.---PREPARE, MY DEAR BRETHREN, &c.
I. No churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No sly man of business contriving a snare, For a big-belly'd bottle 's the whole of my care.
II. The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; I scorn not the peasant, tho' ever so low; But a club of good fellows, like those that are
here, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care.
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.
The wife of my bosom, alas ! she did die;
V. I once was persuaded a venture to make; A letter inform’d me that all was to wreck; But the pursy old landlord just waddled up stairs, With a glorious bottle that ended my cares.
VI. “ Life's cares they are comforts *"-a maxim laid
down By the bard, what d' ye call him, that wore the
And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair
* Young's Night Thoughts.