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 O blaw ye favourite breezes till my land I view, When we'll meet on Scotia those ere grateful tears shall fa', Then I'll never leave my Jean and Caledonia.

Tune—John Anderfon my jo, JOHN MERCER, my dear friend, John, Your heart is ever kind, Fu' oft a trusty friend, John, You’ve proved to me and mine, When fortune threatened me, John, You did avert the blow, Heaven reward your generous mind, John Mercer, friend and jo.

John Mercer, my dear friend, John Thro’ nature's greatest plan, In all her blessings here, John, And comforts unto man, The noblest of them all, John, I’m sure you’ll own it so, Concentr’d in a trnity friend, John Mercer, friend and jo.

John Mercer, my dear friend, John, Then let me sing thy fame, Its gratitude alone, John, That makes so bold a claim,