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" Farewel! farewel! dear Caledonia's ſtrand,
" Rough though thou be, yet ſtill my native land,
" Exil'd from thee I ſeek a foreign ſhore,
" Friends, kindred, country, to behold no more:
" By hard Oppreſſion driv'n, my helpleſs age,
" That ſhould ere now have left Life's buſtling ſtage,
" Is forc'd the ocean's boiſt'rous breaſt to brave,
" In a far foreign land to ſeek a grave.
" And muſt I leave thee then, my little cot!
" Mine and my father's poor, but happy, lot,
" Where I have paſs'd in innocence away,
" Year after year, till Age has turn'd me grey?
{[em}}" Thou, dear companion of my happier life,
" Now to the grave gone down, my virtuous wife,
" 'Twas here you rear'd with fond maternal pride,
" Five comely ſons: three for their country died!
" Two ſtill remain, ſad remnant of the wars,
" Without one mark of honour but their ſcars;
" They live to ſee their fire denied a grave,
" In lands his much lov'd children died to ſave:
" Yet ſtill in peace and ſafety did we live,
" In peace and ſafety more than wealth can give,
" My two remaining boys, with ſturdy hands,
" Rcar'd the ſcant produce of our niggard lands:
" Scant as it was, no more our hearts deſir'd,
" No more from us our gen'rous lord requir'd.
" But ah, ſad chang ! thoſe bleſſed days are o'er,
