This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Farewell tae the burnie
That wimples sae clearly,
The rough bracken knowe, and the heather-clad brae,
The auld haunted tower,
Wi' its ivy-formed bower,
And a' the loved scenes o' my life's early day.
And thee, my ain dearie—
My heart aft was wearie
Tae think I sae lang had been parted frae thee.
Oh, think o' your lover,
When cauld divits cover
The bosom that aye beat sae warmly for thee.
And thee, my auld faither,
Loved sisters and brother,
And, mither! oh maun I say farewell tae thee,
I left thee in sorrow,
But oh, on the morrow
I cherished the hope thee again I wad see.
Kind fate, can ye sever
The cords that ha'e ever
Bae fondly united these objects wi' me;
Oh spare me, once spare me,
An' to them restore me,
For oh, 'twad be heaven amang them tae dee.