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FAREWELL.
How sweetly balm'd the gentle breeze
That whispers o'er the dewy leas,
While glimpsing through yon trembling trees,
The silent moon shines bonny!
Eliza, come! of maids the pride!
Once more we tread the dewy side
Of Aire, that leads her silver tide
Beneath the moonshine bonny.
That whispers o'er the dewy leas,
While glimpsing through yon trembling trees,
The silent moon shines bonny!
Eliza, come! of maids the pride!
Once more we tread the dewy side
Of Aire, that leads her silver tide
Beneath the moonshine bonny.
Afar from friends that knew my youth,
I sought them here my woes to soothe;
But thee—and honour, love, and truth,
Were fled these vales so bonny!
Eliza! still to thee I stole—
Forgot the griefs that wrung my soul—
As walk'd we by the water's roll
When fell the moonshine bonny.
I sought them here my woes to soothe;
But thee—and honour, love, and truth,
Were fled these vales so bonny!
Eliza! still to thee I stole—
Forgot the griefs that wrung my soul—
As walk'd we by the water's roll
When fell the moonshine bonny.
I sigh'd not then for Border stream,
For love and joy were all our theme,
And lost, the while, in rapture's dream,
Were thoughts of sorrow many.—
But now I bid these scenes farewell,
Where all the graces love to dwell;
And thee, the fairest of the dell,
Where thousand maids are bonny!
For love and joy were all our theme,
And lost, the while, in rapture's dream,
Were thoughts of sorrow many.—
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Where all the graces love to dwell;
And thee, the fairest of the dell,
Where thousand maids are bonny!
Northumbria's mountains lovely are,
And green her vales, expanding far,
Her sons are fam'd in glorious war,
Her daughters good and bonny.
I go—dear soother of my care!
Farewell my sweet transcendent fair!
Long will I think on thee and Aire,
Where shone the moon so bonny!
And green her vales, expanding far,
Her sons are fam'd in glorious war,
Her daughters good and bonny.
I go—dear soother of my care!
Farewell my sweet transcendent fair!
Long will I think on thee and Aire,
Where shone the moon so bonny!
Ceas'd her sweet voice;—applauses loud
Re-thunder through the charmed crowd.
They die away;—and many a strain
Alternate raise the maiden train.
Those airs a Ramsay's pipe had blown,
Those raptures that a Burns had known,
Here, true to nature's feelings, find
A living mirror in each mind.
Last Jessy, ask'd by all the train,
Awak'd thy lovely Flower, Dumblane!
On the sweet air attention hung,
And when she ceas'd applauses rung.
Re-thunder through the charmed crowd.
They die away;—and many a strain
Alternate raise the maiden train.
Those airs a Ramsay's pipe had blown,
Those raptures that a Burns had known,
Here, true to nature's feelings, find
A living mirror in each mind.
Last Jessy, ask'd by all the train,
Awak'd thy lovely Flower, Dumblane!
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And when she ceas'd applauses rung.
With mirth and many a lovely lay
'Twas thus they sent the time away,
Till, in the field arriv'd again,
Good Albert rous'd to toil the train!
'Twas thus they sent the time away,
Till, in the field arriv'd again,
Good Albert rous'd to toil the train!
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