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ng—farewell to ballochyle

tune—“iss forbe&039;s farewell to banff”

the catre woods were yellow seen,

the flowers decay&039;d on catre lee,

nae v&039;rock sang on hillock green,

but nature sicken&039;d on the e&039;e

thro&039; faded groves aria sang,

hersel&039; beauty&039;s bloo the while;

and aye the wild-wood ehoes rang,

fareweel the braes o&039; ballochyle!

low your try beds, ye flowers,

aga ye&039;ll flourish fresh and fair;

ye birdies dub, with&039;rg bowers,

aga ye&039;ll char the vocal air

but here, as! for nae air

shall birdie char, or floweret sile;

fareweel the bonie banks of ayr,

fareweel, fareweel! sweet ballochyle!