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 The auld folk soon gied thir consent,

And to Mess John we quickly went,

Wha tied us to our heart’s content,

And now she’s Lady Gowrie.

My tortured bosom lang shall feel

The pangs of this last sad farewell;

Far, far to foreign lands I stray.

To spend the hours in deepest wae.

Farewell my dear and native soil,

Farewell, the braes o' Aberfoyle.

And fare ye well my winsome love,

Into whatever lands I rove,

Thou’lt claim the deepest, dearest sigh,

The warmest tear e’er wet my eye;

And when I’m wand'ring many a mile,

I’ll think on Kate o’ Aberfoyle.

When far upon the raging sea,

While thunders roll and lightnings flee.

When sweeping storms the ship assail,

I’ll bless the music of the gale!

And when I’m listning a’ the while,

I’ll think on Kate o’ Aberfoyle.

Katy, my only love, farewell;

What pangs my faithful heart shall feel,

While straying through the Indian groves,

Weeping our waes, our early loves:

I'll ne’er mair see my native soil,

Farewell, farewell, sweet Aberfoyle.

was the time when he fee'd wi' my father, O, Happy were the days when we herded thegither,