Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

Adieu to Strathearn

Air — "Miss Carmichael."

Strathearn, oh! how shall I quit thy sweet groves?
How bid thee a long, oh! an endless adieu?
Sad memory over such happiness roves,
As not hope's own magic can never renew.

Sweet scene of my childhood, delight of my youth!
Thy far-winding waters no more I must see;
Thy high-wavering bowers, thy gay woodland flowers,
They wave now, they bloom now, no longer for me.

1. O, Weel's Me on My Ain Man
2. There Grows a Bonnie Brier Bush
3. Will Ye no Come Back Again?
4. Songs of My Native Land
5. Kind Robin Lo'es Me

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