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 Then gang wi‘ me to Scotland, dear, we ne‘er again will, ream, And with thy ſmiles, ſo bonny, chear my native Highland home.

F 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.

Farewel, farewel Eliza dear, the maid that I adore! A boding voice is in mine ear, we part to meet no more! But the laſt throb that leaves my heart, while death ſtands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, and thine that lateſt ſigh!