Forlorne damsel/The linen weavers

THE LINEN WEAVERS.

LET mirth and loyalty abound,
Whilſt we the bumpers fill boys,
Let us quaff our bowls without controul,
With a hearty free good will boys;
Let us toaſt a health to the jovial blades,
I mean the lads of the linen trade,
Whoſe heroic courage was ne'er diſmay'd,
Succeſs to the linen weavers.

The glorious pavillion on the plain,
We do rear for the holy Ark to ſtand on,
It was garniſhed by both rule and ſquare,
None but maſons had a hand in:
It was a type of ſanctuary,
That after anes endured might be,
By the bright ſons of maſonry,
Who honour linen weavers.

The eight of Auguſt ninety-eight,
They march'd through Dublin city,
And all who ſaw their graceful mein,
Declar'd them wondrous pretty :
Like Eaſtern Rex their banners flew,
Compos'd of the Orange and the Blue,
And amongſt the reſt the golden fleece,
To ſhew theſe ſons were weavers.

Next comes the ſtately arched loom,
Triumphantly attired,
All other arts they ſurely own'd,
That the weavers were moſt admired ;
For ſince the curtains of the ark,
Were wove by the great Jehovah's art,
The ſame ſtill remains in every part,
To the honour of linen weavers.

When Judea and Iſrael did rebel,
and the Chaldeans captivated,
When the viſion of God's holy will,
Unto Daniel was related ———
When the great Gabriel Divine,
Came to declare what Heav'n did ordain,
Their ſacred robes like linen did ſhine,
So ancient are linen weavers.

King Solomon that mighty Prince,
The glorious temple reared,
And unto the Lord the fame did dedicate,
And for the prieſts prepar'd it,
The ſacred garments of linen pure,
That in the ſanctuary lodge ſecure,
And for ever to this day endure,
To the honour of linen wearers.

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GLASGOW,

Printed by J.& M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1802