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 (8) Come han’ me your mill, an' my nofe I will piime ; Wi' mirth an’ fweet innocence we’ll pafs away the time: For quar’ling and fighting we never will admit, We’ve parted aye in unity, an’ f'ae will we yet. An' fae will, &c.

Suceefs to the Parmer, an’ profper his plow, Rewarding his eident toils a' the year thro';. Our feed-time an harvest we ever will get, For we’ve lipen’d aye to Providence, an’ fae will we yet.

Long live the King an’ happy may he be ; An’ fuccefs to his forces by lan’ an' by fea: His en’mies to triumph we ne’er will permit, Britons oft have been victorious, an’ fae will they yet. Let the glafs keep its courfe,an’/go merrily roun For the Sun has to rise. tho' the Moon fhe go down; Till the houfe be rinnin roun about 'tis time enough to flit ; When we fell we aye got up again, an' fae will we yet.

FINIS,

Faikirk—T. Johnston, Printers