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8 My bonay sweet lass, on the gowany grass, Beneath the shilling Hill, O, If I did offence, I’se mak ye amends, Before I leave Peggy’s mill, O. O the mill mill O, and the kill kill O, And the coggin o’ the wheel, O, The sack and the sieve, a’ that ye maun leave, And round wi’ a sodger reel, O.

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ON FRIENDSHIP.

The world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, And friendship’s a jewel we seldom can meet. How strange does it seem that in searching around, That source of content is so rare to be found! O Friendship! thou balm and rich sweet’ner of life, Kind parent of ease and composer of strife; Without thee, alas! what are riches and pow’r, But empty delusion, the joys of an hour.

How much to be priz’d and esteem'd is a friend, On whom we may always with safety depend; Our joys when extended will always increase, And griefs, when divided, are hush’d into peace. When fortune is smiling what crowds will appear, Their kindness to offer, and friendship sincere; Yet change but the prospect and point out distress, No to court you they eagerly press.

FINIS.