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. The Lass o’ Gowrie
2. Gude Nicht, and Joy Be Wi' Ye A'
3. Cauld Kail in Aberdeen
4. He's Owre the Hills that I Lo'e Weel
5. The Pentland Hills

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