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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