Bonny lass of Calder Braes (1)/Mary, Queen of Scotland's Farewel to Calais

MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTLAND's
Farewel to Calais.

Farewell, sweet seat of innocence & mirth,
Where first my breast to youthful joys beat true:
O France! thou dearest region of the earth
And you, my early blissful days, adieu!

The bark that seems to bear me thus away.
Yet peans of me, poor exile, but a part;
In thy lov’d haunts, where I was wont to stray,
I've left the prime affections of my heart.

These still are thine, nor am I quite bereft,
If but with these thy fostering smiles agree;
For still recurring to its pledges left.
My sympathizing soul shall tend to thee.

FINIS.