Goldfinch (1)/Fareweel to Glen-Shalloch

Fareweel to Glen-Shalloch.

Fareweel to Glen Salloch,
A fareweel for ever!
Fareweel to my wee cot,
that ⟨stands by the river⟩
The fall is loud sounding
In voices that vary,
And the echoes surrounding
Lament with my Mary.

I saw her last night,
’Mid the rocks that enclose them,
With a babe at her knee,
And a babe at her bosom:
I heard her sweet voice
In the depth of my slumber,
And the song that she sung,

Was of sorrow and cumber.

“Sleep sound my sweet babe,
There’s nought to alarm thee,
The sons of the valley
No power have to harm thee.
I’ll sing thee to rest
In the balloch untrodden,
With a coronach sad
For the slain of Culloden.

"The brave were betray’d,
And the tyrant is daring
To trample and waste us,
Unpitying, unsparing,
Thy mother no voice has,
No feeling that changes,
No word, sign, or song,
But the lesson of vangeance.

“I’ll tell thee, my son,
How your laurels are withering;
I'll gird on my sword
When our clansmen are gathering;
I’ll bid thee go forth
In the cause of true honour,
And never return
Till thy country hath won her.

Our tower of devotion
Is the home of the reaver;
The pride of the ocean
Is fallen for ever;
The pine of the forest,
That time could not weaken,
Is trode in the dust,

And its honours are shaken.

“Rise, spirits of yore,
Ever dauntless in danger!
For the land that was yours
Is the land of the stranger.
O come from your caverns
All bloodless and hoary,
And these fiends of the valley
Shall tremble before ye!”