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Then gang wi‘ me to Scotland, dear,
we ne‘er again will, ream,
And with thy ſmiles, ſo bonny, chear

my native Highland home.

FAREWEL to ELIZA.

From thee, Eliza, I muſt go,

and from my native ſhore;
The cruel fates between us throw
a boundleſs ocean’s roar!
But boundleſs oceans roaring wide,
between my love and me
They never, never can divide
my heart and ſoul from thee.

Farewel, farewel Eliza dear,
the maid that I adore!
A boding voice is in mine ear,
we part to meet no more!
But the laſt throb that leaves my heart,
while death ſtands victor by,
That throb, Eliza, is thy part,
and thine that lateſt ſigh!

FINIS

Falkirk—T.Johnston, Printer.