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THE SCOTTISH EMIGRANT'S FABEWEEL.
Words and Music by A. Hume.
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Fareweel, fareweel, my na - tive hame, Thy lone - ly glens an' heath-clad
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mountains; Fareweel thy fields o* stor - ied fame, Thy lea - fy shaws an'
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spark - lin' foun-tains. Nae mair I'll climb the Pent - lands' steep, Nor
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land, faro - weel for ev - er.
Thou land wi' love an' freedom crowned —
In ilk wee cot an' lordly dwellin'
May manly-hearted youths be found,
And maids in ev'ry grace excellin'.
The land where Bruce and Wallace wight,
For freedom fought in days o' danger,
Ne'er crouch'd to proud usurpin' might,
But foremost stood, wrong's stern avenger.
Tho' far frae thee, my native shore,
An' toss'd on life's tempestuous ocean ;
My heart, aye Scottish to the core,
Shall cling to thee wi' warm devotion.
An' while the wavin' heather grows,
An' onward rows the windin' river,
The toast be " Scotland's broomy knowes,
Her mountains, rocks, an' glens for ever."
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