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.
cho: 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.
Nae mair I'll meet you in the dark.
Nor gang wi` you to the king's park.
Nor raise the hare oot frae their flap
When I gang far frae Stirling, O.
Nae mair I'll wander through the glen
Nor disturb the roost o' the pheasant hen
Nor chase the rabbits to their den
When I gang far frae Stirling, O.
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.
Noo fare ye weel, my Jeannie dear.
For you I'll shed a bitter tear.
But I hope you'll find some other, dear.
When I am far frae Stirling, O.
Then fare ye weel, for I am bound
For twenty years to Van Dieman's Land.
But speak of me and what I've done
When I gang far frae Stirling, O.
From Folk Songs and Ballads of Scotland, MacColl
Note: appears to be a variant (structure and tune) of Rothesay-O
(or vice versa) RG
RG
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!