FAREWELL, dear friend! may guid luck hit you,
And 'mang her favourites admit you:
If e'er Detraction shore to smit you,
May nane believe him,
And ony deil that thinks to get you,
Good Lord, deceive him
More verses by Robert Burns
- Song—i Hae Been At Crookieden
- Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell
- To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh
- Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math
- Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell