Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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THE BANKS OF TAY. |
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THE BANKS OF TAY.
The ship is on its seaward path,
An' frae the shore the breezes blaw:
Now Scotland's cliffs sae dear to me
Aneath the wavin' waters fa'.
My hame is growin' far awa'—
It lies aneath yon hill-tap gray—
Yon last-seen spot o' Scotland's soil
That rises by the Banks of Tay.
An' frae the shore the breezes blaw:
Now Scotland's cliffs sae dear to me
Aneath the wavin' waters fa'.
My hame is growin' far awa'—
It lies aneath yon hill-tap gray—
Yon last-seen spot o' Scotland's soil
That rises by the Banks of Tay.
Fareweel, ye mossy fountains wild!
Where yon fair stream doth softly rin:
To ilka wildwood-shaded pool
To ilka tumblin' roarin' linn—
To ilka burnie that doth win
Through heathery muirs its silent way—
I bid fareweel; for now my hame
Is biggit far frae bonnie Tay.
Where yon fair stream doth softly rin:
To ilka wildwood-shaded pool
To ilka tumblin' roarin' linn—
To ilka burnie that doth win
Through heathery muirs its silent way—
I bid fareweel; for now my hame
Is biggit far frae bonnie Tay.
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Fareweel, ye hames o' pure delight,
That I ha'e lo'ed sae weel and lang!
Ye simmer birdies! ye maun sing
To others now your cheering sang!
Fareweel, ye holms, where lovers gang
Upon the peacefu' Sabbath-day:
In youth I lov'd—in age I'll mind
The green an' bonnie Banks of Tay.
That I ha'e lo'ed sae weel and lang!
Ye simmer birdies! ye maun sing
To others now your cheering sang!
Fareweel, ye holms, where lovers gang
Upon the peacefu' Sabbath-day:
In youth I lov'd—in age I'll mind
The green an' bonnie Banks of Tay.
Be blessin's on ilk cot an' ha'
That by thy braes o' hazel rise;
Be a' thing bonnie where thou rins,
An' a' thing happy 'neath thy skies.
Though far frae thee my boatie flies,
The friends I love beside thee stray:
My heart fu' dead an' cauld will be
Ere I forget the Banks of Tay.
That by thy braes o' hazel rise;
Be a' thing bonnie where thou rins,
An' a' thing happy 'neath thy skies.
Though far frae thee my boatie flies,
The friends I love beside thee stray:
My heart fu' dead an' cauld will be
Ere I forget the Banks of Tay.
The streams are wide where I am gaun,
An' on they row through boundless woods;
But dearer is thy Hieland wave
Than yonder wild and foreign floods.
Thy haughs sae green—the simmer clouds
That o'er thy shelter'd hamlets stray—
I'll mind for Love an' Friendship's sake:
Fareweel, ye bonnie Banks of Tay.
An' on they row through boundless woods;
But dearer is thy Hieland wave
Than yonder wild and foreign floods.
Thy haughs sae green—the simmer clouds
That o'er thy shelter'd hamlets stray—
I'll mind for Love an' Friendship's sake:
Fareweel, ye bonnie Banks of Tay.
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