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Oft with careless steps I've stro'lld
Where Fingal's palace stood of old,
And listen'd while the shepherd's told
Some ancient tales of Funery.

Oft have I sat at close of day
Where Ossian sang his martial lay,
And view'd the sun's effulgent ray
Departing o'er dim Funery.

Aultna Caluch's gentle stream
That murmur'd swiftly by the green,
What happy joyful scenes I've seen
Beside the banks of Funery.

On must I lease those happy scenes;
I see them spread their flapping sails,
Adieu a while my native plains,
I must depart from Funery.

Farewel ye hills of storm and snow,
Ye wild resort of deer and roe,
In peace may lovely heath cocks crow,
Along the moors of Funery.

Its not the hills nor woody vales,
Alone my toyless heart bewails;