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THOU'RT FAR AWA FRAE ME, DONALD.
WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK IN 1829
BY CAPTAIN CHARLES GRAY, R. M.
AIR— THOU'RT FAR AWA.
1 hou'rt far awa, far awa,
Far awa frae me, Donald ;
Sair I rue the waefu' day
That parted me from thee, Donald.
Blythe we met by Lochna-gair,
When baith were fancy free, Donald —
Life, with a' its coming care,
Seem'd bright as morning's ee, Donald.
Now sad to me's the gloaming hour,
Sad the trysting tree, Donald ;
Love's sweet spell has lost its power,
Since I lost sight of thee, Donald.
Wae betide the pennon gay,
The gowd that tempted thee, Donald ;
Dames mair dink may cross thy way,
But nane can love like me, Donald.
How oft I dream'd of happy hame,
When cheer 'd by love and thee, Donald,
Yet my lips ne'er breath'd the flame
That sparkled in my ee, Donald.
Thou hast dream'd of scenes mair bright,
Far ayont the sea, Donald ;
Thou art gone — and I the sleight
Of luckless love maun dree, Donald.

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