The gloomy night is gath’ring fast,

E
Loud roars the wild inconstant blast,
Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,
I see it driving o'er the plain;
The hunter now has left the moor,
The scatter'd coveys meet secure,
While here I wander, prest with care,
Along the lonely banks of Ayr,

II.

The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn
By early Winter's ravage torn;
Across her placid, azure sky,
She sees the scowling tempest fly:
Chill runs my blood to hear it rave,
I think upon the stormy wave,
Where many a danger I must dare,
Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr.

III.

'Tis not the surging billow's roar,
'Tis not that fatal deadly shore;
Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear,
The wretched have no more to fear:
But round my heart the ties are bound,
That heart transpierc'd with many a wound;
These bleed afresh, those ties I tear,
To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr.

IV.

Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales; The scenes where wretched fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves !

Farewell, Farewell, my friends! Farewell, my foes ! My peace with these, my love with thoseThe bursting tears my heart declare, Farewell the bonnie banks of Ayr!

VOL. III.

SONG SONG

Tune_ CILDEROY.'

I.

From thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from

my

native shore ; The cruel fates between us throw

A boundless ocean's roar: But boundless oceans, roaring wide, Between

my

love and me, They never, never can divide

My heart and soul from thee;

II.

Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,

The maid that I adore !
A boding voice is in mine ear,

We part to meet no more! !
But the last throb that leaves my heart,

While death stands victor by,
That throb, Eliza, is thy part,

And thine that latest sigh!