SONG
[Farewell! auld Scotland, hills, and moors]
1
Farewell! auld Scotland, hills, and moors;
I bid ye a' farewell!
I'm like a Scott; turned out o' doors,
In other lands to dwell.
Sae mopingly, and hopelessly;—
Do I now gang awa',
Ye banks, and braes,—I leave mysell,
In taking leave of a'—.
2
Farewell to Scotlands hills, that leuk,
To hills ayont the sea;
Farewell to Scotland, like a beuk;
Homes hospitality:
Sojourning, and mourning,
I leave thy hills, and muirs,
And frae the world a brother Scott,
I seem turned out of doors.
