Classic Poem

Farewell, glens and flowing rivers,
Dark brown moors and mountains blue,
Heath-clad cots and broomy valleys,
Scenes of youth and love, adieu!
Doomed to wander, doomed to sorrow,
All I love I leave with you.

O'er the grave that wraps my father
Oft I've shed the silent tear,
But the parting wi' my mother,
My lorn heart can never bear.
Oh! our home was pure and holy,
Oh! our love was all sincere.

Gazing on the humble shieling,
List'ning to the gurgling rill,
Watching every cloudy shadow
Fleeting o'er the silent hill;
Oh! how blest were I for ever
Thus to linger dreaming still.

Round Benvoirlich's summit hoary
Wailing voices sadly swell,
While the soft wind o'er the waters
Faintly murmurs, Fare-thee-well!
Oh! my path, how dark and lonely,
Oh! my anguish, who can tell!