ng—farewell to ballochyle
tune—“iss forbe&039;s farewell to banff”
the catre woods were yellow seen,
the flowers decay&039;d on catre lee,
nae v&039;rock sang on hillock green,
but nature sicken&039;d on the e&039;e
thro&039; faded groves aria sang,
hersel&039; beauty&039;s bloo the while;
and aye the wild-wood ehoes rang,
fareweel the braes o&039; ballochyle!
low your try beds, ye flowers,
aga ye&039;ll flourish fresh and fair;
ye birdies dub, with&039;rg bowers,
aga ye&039;ll char the vocal air
but here, as! for nae air
shall birdie char, or floweret sile;
fareweel the bonie banks of ayr,
fareweel, fareweel! sweet ballochyle!
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