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What anguish wrung ray throbbing heart, When fate decreed I should depart, Far from the lovely banks of Cart, And the bonny braes of Busbie, O. In vain I strove to check the sigh, Or tear that glitter’d in my eye, While thinking that the hour drew nigh Which drove me far from Busbie, 0.

’Twas not to leave the verdant bowers, Nor glen bespread with summer flowers, ’Twas not to leave that stream which pours Its murmuring tide thro’ Busbie, O. But parting with Eliza dear. Of blooming cheek, and eye so clear— ’Twas that which brought the frequent tear, When I took leave of Busbie, O.

Tho’ far from her embraces torn, Yet oft on fancy homeward borne, With her I sat beneath yon thorn Amang the braes of Busbie, O. And cheering hope, with radiant smile, Would still the fleeting hours beguile, When far from my dear native isle, And the bonny braes of Busbie, O.

But now return’d, again I rove With her by lonely grot or grove, And fan the mutual flame of love Among the braes of Busbie, O.