song—farewell to ballochmyle
tune—“miss forbe's farewell to banff.”
the catrine woods were yellow seen,
the flowers decay'd on catrine lee,
nae v'rock sang on hillock green,
but nature si'd on the e'e.
thro' faded groves maria sang,
hersel' iy's bloom the while;
and aye the wild-wood eh,
fareweel the braes o' ballochmyle!
low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
again ye'll flourish fresh and fair;
ye birdies dumb, in with&# bowers,
again ye'll charm the vocal air.
but here, as! for me nae mair
shall birdie charm, or floweret smile;
fareweel the bonie banks of ayr,
fareweel, fareweel! sweet ballochmyle!