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THE BRAES OF MAR.
Farewell ye braes of broad Braemar,
From you my feet must travel far,
Thou high-peaked steep-cliffed Loch-na-Gar,
Farewell, farewell for ever!
Thou lone green glen where I was born,
Where free I strayed in life's bright morn,
From thee my heart is rudely torn,
And I shall see thee never!
From you my feet must travel far,
Thou high-peaked steep-cliffed Loch-na-Gar,
Farewell, farewell for ever!
Thou lone green glen where I was born,
Where free I strayed in life's bright morn,
From thee my heart is rudely torn,
And I shall see thee never!
The braes of Mar with heather glow,
The healthful breezes o'er them blow,
The gushing torrents from them flow,
That swell the rolling river.
Strong hills that nursed the brave and free,
On banks of clear swift-rushing Dee,
My widowed eyne no more shall see
Your birchen bowers for ever!
The healthful breezes o'er them blow,
The gushing torrents from them flow,
That swell the rolling river.
Strong hills that nursed the brave and free,
On banks of clear swift-rushing Dee,
My widowed eyne no more shall see
Your birchen bowers for ever!
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Farewell thou broad and bare Muicdhui,
Ye stout old pines of lone Glen Lui,
Thou forest wide of Ballochbuie,
Farewell, farewell for ever!
In you the rich may stalk the deer,
Thou'lt know the tread of prince and peer,
But O! the poor man's heart is drear,
To part from you, for ever!
Ye stout old pines of lone Glen Lui,
Thou forest wide of Ballochbuie,
Farewell, farewell for ever!
In you the rich may stalk the deer,
Thou'lt know the tread of prince and peer,
But O! the poor man's heart is drear,
To part from you, for ever!
May God forgive our haughty lords,
For whom our fathers drew their swords!
No tear for us their pride affords,
No bond of love they sever.
Farewell ye braes of broad Braemar,
From bleak Ben A'on to Loch-na-Gar,
The friendless poor is banished far,
From your green glens for ever!
For whom our fathers drew their swords!
No tear for us their pride affords,
No bond of love they sever.
Farewell ye braes of broad Braemar,
From bleak Ben A'on to Loch-na-Gar,
The friendless poor is banished far,
From your green glens for ever!
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