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L E JVA C H A JV'S FAREWELL.
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Air,'*Ho clia neil mulad oirnYor The Emigrants adieu
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Fare thee weel, my na— tive cot, Both_y o' the hir_ki.ii tree.
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Mo-ny a ram|ihells glen he clcar'd, Hit the buck, and hough'd the hull.
In thy preen and grassy crook
Mair lies hid than crusted stanesj
In thy bien and weirdly nook
Lie some stout Clan— Gillian bane;
Thou wast aye the kinsmans lumt ■,
Routb and welcome was his fare;
But if serf or Saxon came,
He cross'd Murichs hirst nae mair
Never hand in thee yet bred
Kendna how the sword to wield;
Never heart of thine had dread
Ol the foray or the field :
Ne'er on straw, mat, bulk, or bed,
Son of thine lay down to die;
K.vcry lad within thee bred
Died beneath heaven's eiien ce.
Charlie Stuart he cam here ,
For our king, as right became;
Wha could shun the Bruce s heir?
Wha could tyne our royal name?
Firm to stand, and free to fa',
Forth we mart h'd right valiantlie,
Crane is Scotlands king and law !
Woe to the Highlands and to me!
Freeman, yet 111 ",wn to fret,
Here nae hngfr 1 maun stay;
But, when I my hame forgfet,
May my heart forg-et to play.
Fare thee weel, my fathers cot,
Bothy o' the birken tree!
Sair the heart, and hard the lot,
O' the lid that parts «i' thee.