Thomas Smibert (Томас Смиберт)

The Tay

FARE thee weel, thou bonnie river,
  Rowin’ by my ain Dundee;
Aft in days gane by forever,
  Thou hast borne my love and me.
Thou hast heard, in days departed,
  Vows that nane could hear but thee;
Now thou seest me broken-hearted,—
  Tay, adieu! adieu, Dundee!

On thy waves a light is fa’in’,
  Ruddy as the rose in June;
Some may trow it is the dawin’
  Glinting frae the lift abune:
But I ken thou ’rt only blushing
  That a maid so false could be!
Like thy springs my tears are gushing,—	
  Tay, adieu! adieu, Dundee!

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