The Farewell (Farewell, old Scotia’s bleak domains) FAREWELL, old Scotia’s bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother’s blessing dear! A brother’s sigh! a sister’s tear! My Jean’s heart-rending throe! Farewell, my Bess! tho’ thou’rt bereft Of my parental care, A faithful brother I have left, My part in him thou’lt share! Adieu too, to you too, My Smith, my bosom frien’; When kindly you mind me, O then befriend my Jean! When bursting anguish tears my heart, From thee, my Jeany, must I part? Thou weeping answ’reat ‘no!’ Alas! misfortune stares my face, And points to ruin and disgrace; I for thy sake must go! Thee, Hamilton, and Aiken dear, A grateful, warm adieu! I, with a much-indebted tear, Shall still remember you! All-hail then the gale then, Wafts me from thee, dear shore! It rustles, and whistles, I’ll never see thee more! 1786 |
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