Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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THE CHEVALIER'S FAREWELL TO FLORA M'DONALD. |
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THE CHEVALIER'S FAREWELL TO FLORA M'DONALD.
Weep not, Flora, though we part—
Caution says “it must be so;”
For thy image on my heart
Shall remain where'er I go.
Now the blackest storm of danger
Blows around thy royal stranger;
But, though I must from thee fly,
Still I'll mind the Isle of Skye.
Caution says “it must be so;”
For thy image on my heart
Shall remain where'er I go.
Now the blackest storm of danger
Blows around thy royal stranger;
But, though I must from thee fly,
Still I'll mind the Isle of Skye.
Oft the early morn, o'ercast
By thick vapours, drear and dun,
Ushers smiling day, at last,
Gilded by the glorious sun.
So, to me, this night of sorrow,
May precede a joyous morrow;
But though fate thus turn the dye,
Still I'll mind the Isle of Skye.
By thick vapours, drear and dun,
Ushers smiling day, at last,
Gilded by the glorious sun.
So, to me, this night of sorrow,
May precede a joyous morrow;
But though fate thus turn the dye,
Still I'll mind the Isle of Skye.
This small ring I pray thee take,
And this ringlet of my hair;
Keep, O keep them for the sake
Of one worthy of thy care.
Woods and rocks may be my dwelling,
Where the winter breeze is swelling!
But while I for life do fly,
Still I'll mind the Isle of Skye.
And this ringlet of my hair;
Keep, O keep them for the sake
Of one worthy of thy care.
Woods and rocks may be my dwelling,
Where the winter breeze is swelling!
But while I for life do fly,
Still I'll mind the Isle of Skye.
Farewell, Flora, beauteous guide,
Distant from thee I must roam,
Over land and ocean wide,
Till I reach a safer home.
Far from Highland hills and valleys,
Haply, thou shalt grace my palace,
And in my embraces lie:
Farewell, lovely maid of Skye.
Distant from thee I must roam,
Over land and ocean wide,
Till I reach a safer home.
Far from Highland hills and valleys,
Haply, thou shalt grace my palace,
And in my embraces lie:
Farewell, lovely maid of Skye.
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