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 The fame of the patron gives fame to the tree ; From him and his merits this takes its degree : Give Phoebus and Bacchus their laurel and vine, The tree of our Shakefpeare is ftill more divine.

All fhall yield, &c.

As the genius of Shakefpeare outmines the bright day, More rapture than wine to the heart can convey ; So the tree that he planted, by making his own, Has the laurel and bay, and the vine all in one.

All fhall yield, &c.

��Then each take a relick of this hollow tree, Trom folly and fafhion a charm let it be ; Let's fill to the planter the cup to the brim, To honour your country, do honour to him.'

All fhall yield,

��AULD ROBIN GREY.

PHEN the fheep are in the fauld, and the ky at

hame,

And a' the warld to fleep are gane, The waes of my heart fa ? s in fhow'rs fra my ee, When my gude man lies found by me.

Young Jamie loo'd me well, and he fought me for his

bride,

Bat faviug a crown he had nathing befide, To mak this crown a pund, my Jamie gade to fea, And the crown and the pund were baith for me.

He

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