The Bonny Highland Lad (1815, Falkirk)/Miss Forbes' Farewel
MISS FORBES’ FAREWEL.
Farewel ye fields an’ meadows green,
The blest retreat of peace and love!
Have I, silent, stol'n from hence,
With my young swain a while to rove:
Sweet was our walk, mair sweet our talk,
Amang the beauties of the spring!
An' aft we'd lean us on a bank
To hear the feather'd warblers sing.
The blest retreat of peace and love!
Have I, silent, stol'n from hence,
With my young swain a while to rove:
Sweet was our walk, mair sweet our talk,
Amang the beauties of the spring!
An' aft we'd lean us on a bank
To hear the feather'd warblers sing.
The azure sky the hills around,
Gave double beauty to the scene:
The lofty spires of Banff in view,
On every side the waving grain!
The tales of love my JAMIE told,
In such a sast and moving strain,
Hath so engag'd my tender heart,
I'm loth to leave the place again!
Gave double beauty to the scene:
The lofty spires of Banff in view,
On every side the waving grain!
The tales of love my JAMIE told,
In such a sast and moving strain,
Hath so engag'd my tender heart,
I'm loth to leave the place again!
But if the Fates will be sae kind,
As favour my return once more,
For to enjoy the peace o' mind
In those retreats I had before.
Now farewel Banff, the nimble steeds
Doth bear me hence, I must away;
Yet time, perhaps, may bring me back,
To part nae mair from scenes so gay.
As favour my return once more,
For to enjoy the peace o' mind
In those retreats I had before.
Now farewel Banff, the nimble steeds
Doth bear me hence, I must away;
Yet time, perhaps, may bring me back,
To part nae mair from scenes so gay.
FINIS
Falkirk—T.Johnston, Printer.