The Book of Scottish Song/Farewell, ye haunts of joy

Farewell, ye haunts of joy.

[Words by Miss Janet Ryland.—Here first printed.]

Farewell, ye haunts of joy, farewell
⁠Ye scenes of love and glee,
Oh bonnie groves o' Rosemount dell,
⁠Ye'll smile nae mair for me;
I'm dreary now, I'm left alane,
Without a hope to ca' my ain,
The jewel o' my heart is gane
⁠Far, far ayont the sea.

The last fond look my laddie gave,
⁠The parting words he said,
I'll bear in mind till in my grave
⁠My weary head is laid;
It may be fancy cheats my heart,
And pains my head wi' wily art,
But ah, wi' life I'll sooner part
⁠Than break the vows we made.

It's sair to think on friendship fled,
⁠And live while hope decays;
It's sair to seek amang the dead
⁠The love o' early days;
But wha can thole the dreary gloom
That fills a lover's living tomb?
Oh wha can bide the bitter doom
⁠That seals my nameless waes?

Ye stars and winds and things that guide
⁠The wand'rer to his rest,
Ye cheer wi' dreams o' joyous pride
⁠The weary-laden breast;
But ah! for me there shines nae ray
O' balmy hope's returning day,—
The tear o' death alone will say
⁠My heart is in the West.

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