Willie brew'd a peck o' ma't/Farewel to Funery

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Willie brew'd a peck o' ma't
Farewel to Funery
4048933Willie brew'd a peck o' ma't — Farewel to Funery

FAREWEL TO FUNERY.

This SONG was composed by the Revd.
Mr M‘Leod, when leaving his father's
house for Cambletown.

THE wind is fair, the day is fine,
Swiftly, swiftly runs the time;
The boat is floating on the tide,
That wafts me off from Funery.

Erich agustugun O!
Erich agustugun O!
Erich agustugun O!
My last Farewel to Funery.

O thousand, thousand tender ties
Accept to day my heavy sighs,
My heart within me almost dies
To think of leaving Funery.

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;
A mournful group this day remains
Within the walls of Funery.

Can I forget that secret mien,
Farewel my father, best of men,
May heaven's joy to thee remain!
You revd. man of Funery.

Oh mother! a name to me so dear,
How can I leave thy tender cares,
And leave a place so void of snares,
Far, far frae thee and Funery.

Brothers don't yourselves conceal;
Sister of my love, farewel!
Thy tears suppress, thy sorrows quell,
Be happy while at Funery.

Archie, my lovely darling child,
Thy infant steps may heaven guide,
When I return, Oh! may I find
Thee smiling still at Funery.

No settled home on earth is found,
But all is pilgrimage around,
Farewel ye world of awful round;
Farewel, farewel, to Funery

But hope displays it blooming care,
Thou happy scenes we yet shall share,
Happy, happy days that were
Within the walls of Funery.