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