VI.

With labour below, and with help from above,
He cares for his flock, and is bless’d with their love: 
Though his living, perhaps, in the main may be scant,
He is sure, while they have, that he ’ll ne’er be in want. 

          
                                                      Derry down, &c.

VII.

With no worldly projects nor hurries perplex’d,
He sits in his closet and studies his text;
And while he converses with Moses or Paul,
He envies not bishop, nor dean in his stall. 

          
                                                      Derry down, &c.

VIII.

Not proud to the poor, nor a slave to the great,
Neither factious in church, nor pragmatic in state,
He keeps himself quiet within his own sphere,
And finds work sufficient in preaching and prayer. 

          
                                                      Derry down, &c.

IX.

In what little dealings he ’s forced to transact,
He determines with plainness and candour to act;
And the great point on which his ambition is set,
Is to leave at the last neither riches nor debt. 

          
                                                            Derry down, &c.

X.

Thus calmly he steps through the valley of life,
Unencumber’d with wealth, and a stranger to strife;
On the bustlings around him unmoved he can look,
And at home always pleased with his wife and his book. 

          
                                                  Derry down, &c.

XI.

And when, in old age, he drops into the grave,
This humble remembrance he wishes to have: 
“By good men respected, by the evil oft tried,
Contented he lived, and lamented he died!”

          
                                                    Derry down, &c.

THE MAN OF ROSS.

TUNE—­"Miss Ross’s Reel."

I.

When fops and fools together prate,
O’er punch or tea, of this or that,
What silly poor unmeaning chat
Does all their talk engross! 
A nobler theme employs my lays,
And thus my honest voice I raise
In well-deserved strains to praise
The worthy Man of Ross.

II.

His lofty soul (would it were mine!)
Scorns every selfish, low design,
And ne’er was known to repine,
At any earthly loss: 
But still contented, frank, and free,
In every state, whate’er it be,
Serene and staid we always see
The worthy Man of Ross.

III.

Let misers hug their worldly store,
And gripe and pinch to make it more;
Their gold and silver’s shining ore
He counts it all but dross: 
’Tis better treasure he desires;
A surer stock his passion fires,
And mild benevolence inspires
The worthy Man of Ross.