New song, called Auld Scotia free/The true lovers Farewell

The true lovers Farewell.

Tune—Bonnie blackeye’d lassie O.

Oh, Helen thou’rt my darling,
The golden image of my heart;

How chearless seems this morning,
That brings the hour that we must part.

Though doom’d to cross the ocean,
To face the proud insulting foe;
Thou art my souls devotion,
My heart is thine where’er I go.

O Helen thou’rt my darling,
My heart is thine where’er I go.

When on the stormy billows,
Where angry tempests round the blow;
Let not the drouping willows,
Oe’r hang my love, thy lily brow.

But mind the seaman’s story,
Of William and his charming Sue,
I’ll soon return in glory,
And like sweet William wed with you.
O Helen &c.

Think on the days of pleasure,
When rambling by the Caron Shore
When summer days give pleasure,
To rave amongst the flowery pride.

Think when your faithfull lover,
Is far upon the stormy main;
Think when she wars are over,
These golden days will come again.
O Helen &c.

Farewell ye lofty mountains,
Ye flowery pride we wont to rove;
Ye woody glens and fountains,
Ye wild retreats of youthfull love.

Alass! we now must sever,
O, Helen to thy vows be true;
My heart is thine for ever,
One fond embrace, and then Adieu.
O Helen &c.