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98 FAREWELL ADDRESS.
FAREWELL ADDRESS,
SPOKEN BY MR GRANT,
AT HIS BENEFIT, THEATRE-ROYAL, IST OCTOBER 1796.
Wow ! wha wad think, that shaws his noddle here.
That surly tyke, ca'd Winter, were sae near ?
For up an' down, where'er I cast my een.
As 'twere in spring-, sweet new-blawn flowers are seen.
But wherefore ferlie, whan I ken this night,
'Tis Reekie's Lasses that attract my sight ?
An' sure the sweetest roses ever blew
Wad tine their beauties whan compared wi' you.
They, for a wee, their gaudy garb assume ;
But ye're aye bonny, in perpetual bloom.
To menseless fallows, wha wad dai-ing- gang,
An' mint to do sic smiling dawties wrang,

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