THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers
Are coming oer the border,
And theyll gae big Terreagles towers
And set them a in order.
And they declare Terreagles fair,
For their abode they choose it;
Theres no a heart in a the land
Buts lighter at the news ot.
Tho stars in skies may disappear,
And angry tempests gather;
The happy hour may soon be near
That brings us pleasant weather:
The weary night o care and grief
May hae a joyfu morrow;
so dawning day has brought relief,
Fareweel our night o sorrow.
