Written in a wrapper inclosing a letter to Capt. Grose, to be left with Mr. Cardonnel, Antiquarian. Tune- SIR JOHN MALCOM." KEN ye ought o' Captain Grose? If he's amang his friends or foes? Is he South, or is he North? Or drowned in the river Forth? Is he slain by Highland bodies? And eaten like a weather-haggis ? Is he to Abram's bosom gane? Igo, & ago. Or haudin Sarah by the wame? Iram, coram, dago. Where'er Where'er he be, the Lord be near him! As for the deil he daur na steer him, But please transmit th' inclosed letter, Which will oblige your humble debtor, So may ye hae auld stanes in store, 1 go, & ago. The very stanes that Adam bore, So may ye get in glad possession; I go, & ago. The coins o' Satan's coronation! Iram, coram, dago. ΤΟ I CALL no goddess to inspire my strains, Thou orb of day! thou other paler light! Then roll to me, along your wandering spheres, EPITAPH EPITAPH ON A FRIEND. AN honest man here lies at rest, A |