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The New Zealand Evangelist

Farewell To Scotland

Farewell To Scotland.

Our native land, our native vale,
A long and last adieu;
Farewell to bonny Teviotdale,
And Cheviot's mountains blue!

Farewell, ye hills of glorious deeds,
And streams renowned in song;
Farewell, ye blythesome braes and meads,
Our hearts have loved so long.

Farewell, ye broomy elfin knowes,
Where thyme and harebell grow;
Farewell, ye hoary haunted howes,
O'erhung with birk and sloe.

The battle-mound, the border tower,
That Scotia's annals tell,
The martyr's grave, the lover's bower—
To each—to all—farewell!

Home of our hearts!—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 mild and distant shore
Beyond the Atlantic main;
We leave thee to return no more,
Nor view thy cliffs again!

But may dishonour blight our fame,
And quench our household fires,
When we, or ours, forget thy name,
Green island of our sires!

Our native land, our native vale,
A long, a last adieu :—
Farewell to bonny Teviotdale,
And Scotland's mountains blue