Part 2 — TO ELIZABETH RAY
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First of women, best of friends Take what a village rhymer sends, A tear wet trifle sent to tell The giver must bid thee farewell! And shall I then when o'er the sea Forget thee? No, it cannot be When thinking of much loved Grace Hill, [1] Its drops of joy, its drafts of ill I shed the fond regretting tear, For those I did I do hold dear, First shall mid those I parted with Stand Friendship's Ray Elizabeth
[Footnote 1: Burns]
1844