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FAREWELL TO ABERFOYLE.
My tortured bosom lang shall feel The pangs of this last sad farewell; Far, far to foreign lands I stray, To spend the hours in deepest wae. Farewell my dear and native soil, Farewell, the braes o' Aberfoyle.
And fare ye well my vinsome love, Into whatever lands I rove, Thou'lt claim the deepest, dearest sigh, The warrgest tear e'er wet my eye; And when I'm wand ring many a mile, I'll think on Kate o' Aberfoyle.
When far upon the raging sea, While thunders roll and lightnings flee, When sweeping storms the ship assail, I'll bless the music of the gale ! And when I'm listning a' the while, I'll think on Kate o' Aberfoyle.
Katy, my only love, farewell ; What pangs my faithful heart shall feel, While straying throngh tle Indian groves, Weeping our wnes; our early loves : I'll ne'er mair see my native soil, Farewell, farewell, sweet Aberfoyle.
MY DEAR HIGHLAND LADDIE, O.
SLYTHE was the time when he fee'd wi' my father, O, Happy were the days when we herded thegither, O
