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ROBERT BURNS.

II.

Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow,

Farewell to the straths and green valleys below,
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods !

Chorus.

:My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe—
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!

I.

THOU ling'ring star with less'ning ray,

⁠That lov'st to greet the early morn,
Again thou usher'st in the day
⁠My Mary from my soul was torn.
O Mary, dear departed shade!
⁠Where is thy place of blissful rest?
See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?
⁠Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

II.

That sacred hour can I forget,

⁠Can I forget the hallow'd grove,
Where, by the winding Ayr, we met
⁠To live one day of parting love?

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