Anonymous

“ We'll sing at Saint Ann’s our parting hymn. ⁠Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
⁠The rapids are near, and the day-light’s past.
Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl. ”

“ Glasgow—Printed for the Booksellers.
GROG.
A plague on these musty old lubbers.
⁠Who tell us to fast and to think,
And with patience fall in with life's rubbers,
⁠With nothing bur water to drink ”

“ The powers aboon can only ken,
⁠To whom the heart is seen,
That nane can be sae dear to me,
⁠As my sweet lovely Jean.
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