Lines T Mr. Jhn Kenned
lio mr. john kennedy
farewell, dear friend! may guid luck hit you,
and 'mang her favourites admit you:
if e'er detra shore to smit you,
may nane believe him,
and ohat thinks to get you,
good lord, deceive him!
farewell, dear friend! may guid luck hit you,
and 'mang her favourites admit you:
if e'er detra shore to smit you,
may nane believe him,
and ohat thinks to get you,
good lord, deceive him!