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song.
Song.
Adieu, each rich and wild retreat
Around Dunclutha lying,
To fairy murmurs soft and sweet
Upon the glad breeze dying—
To dark Loch Eck, and leafy dell,
Whose charms have so entwined me;
And that still more enchanting spell,
The girl I left behind me.
Around Dunclutha lying,
To fairy murmurs soft and sweet
Upon the glad breeze dying—
To dark Loch Eck, and leafy dell,
Whose charms have so entwined me;
And that still more enchanting spell,
The girl I left behind me.
Adieu, adieu! yon cheerful hearth,
Round which the genial hearted
Left record of pure social mirth,
On page of time departed;
A golden dream amidst the past,
In which, whate'er assign'd me,
I'll meet, sweet as I saw her last,
The girl I left behind me.
Round which the genial hearted
Left record of pure social mirth,
On page of time departed;
A golden dream amidst the past,
In which, whate'er assign'd me,
I'll meet, sweet as I saw her last,
The girl I left behind me.
Yes, fancy shall restore again
This scenery enchanting,
The grandeur wild of highland glen,
The wavelet's azure glancing;
This scenery enchanting,
The grandeur wild of highland glen,
The wavelet's azure glancing;