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Wha first shall rise to gang awa',
A coward, cuckold loon is he:
Wha first beside his chair shall fa',
He is the King amang us three.
For we are nae fu', &c.
A coward, cuckold loon is he:
Wha first beside his chair shall fa',
He is the King amang us three.
For we are nae fu', &c.
FAREWEL TO FUNERY.
This SONG was composed by the Revd.
Mr M‘Leod, when leaving his father's
house for Cambletown.
Mr M‘Leod, when leaving his father's
house for Cambletown.
THE wind is fair, the day is fine,
Swiftly, swiftly runs the time;
The boat is floating on the tide,
That wafts me off from Funery.
Swiftly, swiftly runs the time;
The boat is floating on the tide,
That wafts me off from Funery.
Erich agustugun O!
Erich agustugun O!
Erich agustugun O!
My last Farewel to Funery.
Erich agustugun O!
Erich agustugun O!
My last Farewel to Funery.
O thousand, thousand tender ties
Accept to day my heavy sighs,
My heart within me almost dies
To think of leaving Funery.
Accept to day my heavy sighs,
My heart within me almost dies
To think of leaving Funery.
