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Tune-"Miss Forbe's farewell to Banff."
The Catrine woods were yellow seen, / The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, / Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, / But nature sicken'd on the e'e. / Thro' faded groves Maria sang, / Hersel' in beauty's bloom the while; / And aye the wild-wood ehoes rang, / Fareweel the braes o' Ballochmyle!
Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers, / Again ye'll flourish fresh and fair; / Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers, / Again ye'll charm the vocal air. / But here, alas! for me nae mair / Shall birdie charm, or floweret smile; / Fareweel the bonie banks of Ayr, / Fareweel, fareweel! sweet Ballochmyle!