The Emigrant's Farewell

Our native land - our native vale - A long and last adieu! Farewell to bonny Teviotdale, And Cheviot mountains blue. Farewell, ye hills of glorious deeds, And streams renown'd in sing - Farewell ye braes and blossom'd meads, Our hearts have lov'd so long. Farewell, the blythesome broomy knowes, Where thyme and harebells grow - Farewell, the hoary, haunted howes, O'erhung with birk and sloe. The mossy cave and mouldering tower That skirt our native dell - The martyr's grave, and lover's bower, We bid a sad farewell! Home of our love! our fathers' home! Land of the brave and free! The sail is flapping on the foam That bears us far from thee. We seek a wild and distant shore, Beyond the western main - We leave thee to return no more, Nor view thy cliffs again! Our native land - our native vale - A long and last adieu! Farewell to bonny Teviotdale, And Scotland's mountains blue!