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to Ayrſhire's gilded ſtreams,

Whar a' the ſweets of Nature beams,

Farewel unto my bonny Jean.

For now maun billows roar between;

Farewel thoſe friends I lov'd ſo dear.

Oft did your mirth my boſum cheer,

Farewel to a', ance' a' my care,

Farewel ye bonny banks of Ayr.

But now the hour is drawing nigh,

The tear ſtands twinkling in my eye;

The ſhip lies hovering in the bay,

To ſpread her ſails. and bear away.

O wretched hour muſt then I go.

And leave my Jean my friends in woe,

Leave all ſo dear, in black deſpair,

And bid adieu to banks of Ayr.

Had Commerce flouriſh’d on thy plains,

With Freedom link'd in peaceful chains,

I ne'er would leave thy ſhades ava,

An exile to America.