Forlorne damsel/The linen weavers

THE LINEN WEAVERS.

LET mirth and loyalty abound,
⁠Whilſt we the bumpers fill boys,
Let us quaff our bowls without controul,
⁠With a hearty free good will boys;
Let us toaſt a health to the jovial blades,
I mean the lads of the linen trade,
Whoſe heroic courage was ne'er diſmay'd,
⁠Succeſs to the linen weavers.

The glorious pavillion on the plain,
⁠We do rear for the holy Ark to ſtand on,
It was garniſhed by both rule and ſquare,
⁠None but maſons had a hand in:
It was a type of ſanctuary,
That after anes endured might be,
By the bright ſons of maſonry,
⁠Who honour linen weavers.

The eight of Auguſt ninety-eight,
⁠They march'd through Dublin city,
And all who ſaw their graceful mein,
⁠Declar'd them wondrous pretty :
Like Eaſtern Rex their banners flew,
Compos'd of the Orange and the Blue,
And amongſt the reſt the golden fleece,
⁠To ſhew theſe ſons were weavers.

Next comes the ſtately arched loom,
⁠Triumphantly attired,
All other arts they ſurely own'd,
⁠That the weavers were moſt admired ;
For ſince the curtains of the ark,
Were wove by the great Jehovah's art,
The ſame ſtill remains in every part,
⁠To the honour of linen weavers.

When Judea and Iſrael did rebel,
⁠and the Chaldeans captivated,
When the viſion of God's holy will,
⁠Unto Daniel was related ———
When the great Gabriel Divine,
Came to declare what Heav'n did ordain,
Their ſacred robes like linen did ſhine,
⁠So ancient are linen weavers.

King Solomon that mighty Prince,
⁠The glorious temple reared,
And unto the Lord the fame did dedicate,
⁠And for the prieſts prepar'd it,
The ſacred garments of linen pure,
That in the ſanctuary lodge ſecure,
And for ever to this day endure,
⁠To the honour of linen wearers.

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GLASGOW,

Printed by J.& M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1802