This text comes from Sons of the Tyne's Garland, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
I have seen the smiling of Fortune beguiling,
I have felt all its Favours and found its Decay
Sweet is its Blessing, and kind its caressing,
But now it is fled, fled, fled far away.
I have seen the Forest adorned the foremost,
With Flowers of the fairest most pleasant and gay,
So bonny their blooming their Scent the Air perfuming,
But now they are withered, and gone all away.
I've seen the morning with gold the hills adorning,
And loud Tempest storming before middle day,
I have seen Tweed's silver Streams, shining in their sunny Beams,
Grown drummy and dark, as he roll'd on his way.
O fickle Fortune, why thus cruel spoiling,
Why thus perplexing poor Sons in a Day?
No more thy Frowns can fear me,
No more thy Smiles can chear me,
Since the Flowers of the Forest are all wed away.