Skip to main content

Glen Collection of printed music > Printed music > Scotish minstrel > Volumes 4-6

(214) Page 88 - Highlander's farewell

‹‹‹ prev (213) Page 87Page 87It was a' for our rightfu' king

(215) next ››› Page 89Page 89Smuggler

(214) Page 88 - Highlander's farewell
r t
N. fe
I ; j M mm
s *
seas may row, the winds may Mow, And swatlie me round in dan_{Jer; My
grfi i ii r r j 1* 1 j i^
• **•
na — five land. I' 'must fore _ go, And roam a lonc_ly sfran _ jjer
The glen, that was my father's own,
Must be by bis forsaken;
Tbc house, that was my father's home,
Is levell d with the bracken.
Oc-lion! ochon . our glory's oVr,
Stole by a mean deceiver.
Our bands are on the broad claymore,
But the might is broke for ever.
S- -*"
And thou, my prince, my injur'd prince,
Thy people have disown'd thee,
Have bunted, and have driv'n thee hence,
With ruin'd chiefs around thee.
Tho' hard beset, when I forget
Thy- fate, young helpless rover,
This broken heart shall cease to beat,
And all its griefs be over.
Farewell, farewell, dear Caledon,
Land of the Gael no longer!
A stranger fills thy ancient throne,
In guile and treachery stronger.
The brave and just fall in the dtist,
On ruins brink they quiver,
Heaven's pining e'e is closd on thee,
Adieu, adieu (or ever.

Images and transcriptions on this page, including medium image downloads, may be used under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence unless otherwise stated. Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence