The poem
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!
Lines to Mr. John Kennedy
125Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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