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'Tis not the surging billow’s roar,
'Tis not that fatal deadly shore;
Tho’ death in every shape appear,
The wretched have no more to fear:
But round my heart the ties are bound,
That heart transpierc’d with many a wound
These bleed afresh, those ties I tear,
To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr.
'Tis not that fatal deadly shore;
Tho’ death in every shape appear,
The wretched have no more to fear:
But round my heart the ties are bound,
That heart transpierc’d with many a wound
These bleed afresh, those ties I tear,
To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr.
Farewell, old Coila’s hills and dales,
Her heathy moors and winding vales;
The scenes where wretched fancy roves
Pursuing past, unhappy loves:
Farewell, my friends ! Farewell my foes
My peace with these, my love with those
The bursting tears my heart declare,
Farewell the bonnie banks of Ayr.
Her heathy moors and winding vales;
The scenes where wretched fancy roves
Pursuing past, unhappy loves:
Farewell, my friends ! Farewell my foes
My peace with these, my love with those
The bursting tears my heart declare,
Farewell the bonnie banks of Ayr.
ELIZA.
Tune—Gilderoy
FROM thee Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore;
The cruel fates between us throw,
A boundless ocean’s roar:
But boundless oceans roaring wide,
Between my love and me,
They never, never can divide
My heart and soul from thee:
And from my native shore;
The cruel fates between us throw,
A boundless ocean’s roar:
But boundless oceans roaring wide,
Between my love and me,
They never, never can divide
My heart and soul from thee:
