MS: 'The gloomy night is gath'ring fast'


MS: 'The gloomy night is gath'ring fast'

But round my heart the ties are bound;
That heart transpierc'd with many a wound;
Those bleed afresh, these ties I tear,
To leave the bonie banks of Aire.

Farewel, old Coila's hills and dales!
Her heathy moors, and winding vales!
The scenes where wretched Fancy roves,
Pursuing past, unhappy loves!
Farewel my friends, farewel my foes!
My love with these, my peace with those;
These bursting tears my heart declare -
Farewel, the bonie banks of Aire!


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