The fame of the patron gives fame to the tree ; From him and his merits this takes its degree : Give Phoebus and Bacchus their laurel and vine, The tree of our Shakefpeare is ftill more divine.
All fhall yield, &c.
As the genius of Shakefpeare outmines the bright day, More rapture than wine to the heart can convey ; So the tree that he planted, by making his own, Has the laurel and bay, and the vine all in one.
All fhall yield, &c.
��Then each take a relick of this hollow tree, Trom folly and fafhion a charm let it be ; Let's fill to the planter the cup to the brim, To honour your country, do honour to him.'
All fhall yield,
��AULD ROBIN GREY.
PHEN the fheep are in the fauld, and the ky at
hame,
And a' the warld to fleep are gane, The waes of my heart fa ? s in fhow'rs fra my ee, When my gude man lies found by me.
Young Jamie loo'd me well, and he fought me for his
bride,
Bat faviug a crown he had nathing befide, To mak this crown a pund, my Jamie gade to fea, And the crown and the pund were baith for me.
He
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