These bleed afresh, those ties I tear, To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr. IV. Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! SONG. FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore: But boundless oceans, roaring wide, They never, never can divide My heart and foul from thee: K 4 A II. II. Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear," The maid that I adore! A boding voice is in mine ear, But the last throb that leaves my heart, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, THE THE FARE WELL. TO THE BRETHREN OF ST JAMES's LODGE, TARBOLTON. Tune,-Goodnight and joy be wi' you a'. I. ADIEU! a heart-warm, fond adieu ! Tho' Tho' I to foreign lands must hie, II. Oft have I met your focial Band, Which none but Craftsmen ever saw! III. May Freedom, Harmony, and Love, Unite you in the grand Defign, Beneath |