WRITTEN

IN THE

BIRTH-DAY BOOK AT MRS. TREVOR'S,

BOOT INN, CHESTER, 1802.

WILL ye, my friends, accept the wish,
Of ane wha's name's amang ye;
Wha's inmost thought-if ye might read,
Cou'd never mean to wrang ye.

Nae fulsome flattery guides my pen,
For flattery here ye'd laugh at ;

Nor interested motives ken,

For them ye'd surely skaff at.

May a' your birth days that's to come,
Be blest, be guid and happy;
And may ye never want some friends,
To drink't in Trevor's nappy.

As hatred, discontent, and strife,

Ye've banish'd fra ye'r kitchen,

May mirth and friendship tak their place,

And a' your hearts

grow rich in.

For me I ask nae mair than this,
Let fortune, as she will come,
Where'er I gang let me but meet,
An honest Chester welcome.

K 2

THE FOY;

OR,

SCOTCH INVITATION TO A PARTING KISS.

....

IN Scotland they ha' got a way,

How it

got foot I canna' say,

But yet it serves to mak folks

Wi' mirth and joy ;

gay

'Tis in great vogue this vara day, They ca't a Foy.

Then come, my frien's, to sic like treat,
For friensship here you're sure to see't,
And wi' that pleasure ye wad meet-
Tak leave o' me.

'Tis better part wi' joy-than greet,
And grunt and die.

AWAY YE TRIFLES.

AWAY, ye trifles! catch the lighter air,

Dwell not 'midst satires, damp, and foggy

streams;

Where criticism, tho' scarce a breath to spare, Can with one puff destroy thy fairy dreams..

Join thou the crew where love and mirth preside,

Where youth's unwrinkled brow shall greet thy pains;

Where joy, and glee, and harmony reside,

Nor meet with frowning learning's, harsh disdains.

Away! away! and join the youthful crew!
With simple garb in modesty array'd;

Make them believe thus speaking, thou say'st

true,

"One smile from them thy labour's overpay'd."

FINIS.