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Lines to Mr. John Kennedy

by Robert Burns, 1786

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!

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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