The Book of Scottish Song/Fare thee weel

Fare thee weel.

[John Imlah.]

Fare thee weel, my bonnie lass,
Fare thee weel, my ain lassie!
Monie a day maun come and pass,
Ere we shall meet again, Lassie!
Monie a chance and monie a change,
Ere that lang day we'll see, lassie!
But where'er my feet may range,
My heart shall be with thee, lassie!

Fair may bloom my future bower,
On some far Indian isle, lassie!
Rich and rare its fruit and flower,
My wearie hours may wile, lassie!
But the burn and hazel brae,
Where we sae aft ha'e met, lassie;
I for ever may foregae,
But never can forget, lassie!

Whate'er betide—where'er betake,
My lot 'mid strangers cast, lassie!
Joy may come, but never make
The present like the past, lassie!
Fare thee weel! the future will
Through peril, toil, and pain, lassie,
Bring me back, to find thee still
In faithful love my ain lassie!

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