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Ay, on each slip like famished vulture seize,
I'm independent, perfectly at ease,
Then, Mesmerism, from me go thy ways—
Receive thy verdict, be it blame or praise.
THE FAVOURITE'S RETURN.
Air— "Avid Johnny's content, and he's aye content like."
Wi' my canty and canny auld mither again— Wha shook my cauld hands as she ca'd me her ain, Wi' the tear in her e'e as I met her again.
Embalmed in my bosom, to me ever dear
She led me in joy to the auld arm chair,
Hoo fondly she speered hoo life wi' me passed,
The joys and the sorrows that fell to her lot,
Wi' her saft, gentle hand—I mind it yet fine—
Hoo she sleeked down my hair as she spak o'
We quaffed aff a bumper—O haud by the wa'—
Aye ready to hear, and her counsel to lend;
When my back's at the wa', O she's aye my best
friend— She's a joy for ilk cross, and the sting has she ta'en Aft frae the bit canker, and healed it again.
The worth o' a mither's but kent by her loss—