farewell ng to the banks of ayr
tune—“rosl castle”
“i posed this ng as i nveyed y chest far on y road to greenock, where i was to ebark a few days for jaaica i ant it as y farewell dir to y native nd”—r b
the glooy night is gath&039;rg fast,
loud roars the wild, nstant bst,
yon urky cloud is foul with ra,
i see it drivg o&039;er the p;
the hunter now has left the oor
the scatt&039;red veys et secure;
while here i wander, prest with care,
along the lonely banks of ayr
the autun ourns her rip&039;ng rn
by early ter&039;s rava torn;
across her pcid, azure sky,
she sees the swlg tepest fly:
chill runs y blood to hear it rave;
i thk upon the story wave,
where any a danr i t dare,
far fro the bonie banks of ayr
&039;tis not the surgg billow&039;s roar,
&039;tis not that fatal, deadly shore;
tho&039; death ev&039;ry shape appear,
the wretched have no ore to fear:
but round y heart the ties are bound,
that heart transpierc&039;d with any a wound;
these bleed afresh, those ties i tear,
to leave the bonie banks of ayr
farewell, old i&039;s hills and dales,
her healthy oors and dg vales;
the scenes where wretched fancy roves,
pursug past, unhappy loves!
farewell, y friends! farewell, y foes!
y peace with these, y love with those:
the burstg tears y heart decre—
farewell, the bonie banks of ayr!
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