King George IV. his welcome to Scotland/The emigrants' farewel to Ayrshire

THE

EMIGRANT's FAREWEL

TO AYRSHIRE.

Farewell to Ayrſhire's gilded ſtreams,
⁠Whar a' the ſweets of Nature beams,
Farewel unto my bonny Jean.
⁠For now maun billows roar between;
Farewel thoſe friends I lov'd ſo dear.
⁠Oft did your mirth my boſum cheer,
Farewel to a', ance' a' my care,
⁠Farewel ye bonny banks of Ayr.

But now the hour is drawing nigh,
⁠The tear ſtands twinkling in my eye;
The ſhip lies hovering in the bay,
⁠To ſpread her ſails. and bear away.
O wretched hour muſt then I go.
⁠And leave my Jean my friends in woe,
Leave all ſo dear, in black deſpair,
⁠And bid adieu to banks of Ayr.

Had Commerce flouriſh’d on thy plains,
⁠With Freedom link'd in peaceful chains,
I ne'er would leave thy ſhades ava,
⁠An exile to America.
But, waes me a' is fled and gane,
⁠And left grim miſery alane!
No ſhining hope, but falſe a’ air,
⁠Hangs low’ring o'er the banks of Ayr.

My grief forbids, my waes renew,
⁠I ſcarcely now can bid adieu!
For hazy is the dewy morn,
⁠Poor victim from thy boſom torn;
The ſpirit of a Scotia's ſon,
⁠No more on love does boldly run,
But ſinks and dies to riſe nae mair,
⁠To ſmile upon the banks of Ayr.

Yer while I tread the diſtant ſhore,
⁠Upon the beach where billows roar,
I'll think upon the ancient name,
⁠Ance kindly. ne’er to meet again!
It's where my Jean does lonely dwell,
⁠My boſom ſhall in rapture swell,
And love her beſt in ſpite of care,
⁠My Jean upon the banks of Ayr.

So now adieu. for we muſt part,
⁠Yet, tho' I go, I leave my heart,
Hoping all your waes will ceaſe,
⁠And Commerce flouriſh in ſweet peace.
Farewel my friends my Jean. and thee!
⁠My love ſhall ever conſtant be.
Farewel again, my heart is fair,
⁠A long adieu, ye banks of Ayr.