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A thousand, thousand tender ties,
Pnite my country and my sighs;
My heart within me almost dies,
To think ol leaving- Funery.
Olt with infant steps Ive roll'd,
Where. Fingal s castle stood of old,
And listen') , while the shepherds told
An ancient tale of Funery.
Oft have I sat at (lose of day,
Where Ossian sung - his martial lay,
And viewd the sun's last setting' ray,
Wandering- on Dununery.
Alt-na-Caillach, gentle stream!
That murmurs softly by the green;
What happy, joyous days, J've seen
Beside the stream of Funery.
And must I leave those happy scenes!
Oh: see them spread the swelling' sail;
Adieu! a while, my native plains,
I must depart from Funcry.
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JflTH SBALFSS WELCOME HAME.
Air, Maxwells' Strathsl>ey.
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