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'Tis not the surging billows roar, 'Tis not that fatal, deadly shore ; Tho1 death in ev'ry 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 bonie banks of Ayr.
Farewell, old Coila's hills and dale?, 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 teats my heart declare Farewell the bonie banks of Ayr !
No. 314. Raving winds around her blowing.
Tune : McGrigor of Rora's lament. Macdonald's Highland Airs, 1784, p. 13.
Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring,. Isabella stray'd deploring :—
' Farewell, hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure ! Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow— Cheerless night that knows no morrow!
' O'er the past too fondly wandering, On the hopeless future pondering, Chilly Grief my life-blood freezes, Fell Despair my fancy seizes. 'Life, thou soul of every blessing, Load to Misery most distressing, Gladly how would I resign thee, And to dark oblivion join thee !'