This text comes from Sons of the Tyne's Garland, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Adieu ye Streams that smoothly glide,
In mazy Windings through the Plain:
I'll in some lonely Cave reside,
And ever mourn my faithful Swain.
Flower of the Forest was my Love,
Soft as the sighing Summer's Gale,
Gentle and constant as the Dove,
Blooming as Roses in the Vale.
Alas! my Love on Tweed did stray,
For me he search'd the Banks around;
But ah, the sad, the fatal Dayǃ
My Love the Pride of Swains, was drown'd.
Now drops the Willow o'er the Stream;
Pale walks the Ghost through yonder Grove;
Dire Fancy paints him in my Dream:
Awake, I pine with hopeless Love.