My Last Farewell to Stirling |
No lark in transport mounts the sky Nor leaves with early plaintive cry. But I maun bid my last goodbye My last farewell to Stirling, O. Chorus: Tho' far awa', my hairt's wi' you Our youthful hours on wings they flew; But l will bid my last adieu. My last farewell to Stirling, O.
2. Nae mair I'll meet you in the dark.
3. Nae mair I'll wander through the glen |
4. There's one request before l go, And that is to my comrades all: My dog and gun ye'll keep for me When I gang far frae Stirling, O. Chorus:
5. Noo fare ye weel, my Jeannie dear.
6. Then fare ye weel, for I am bound |