Exile of Uldoonan

Adieu to rock and to water-fall,

Whose echoes start among Albyn's hills,

A long adieu, Uldoonan! and all

Thy wildwood steeps, and thy sparkling rills.

From the dreams of my childhood and youth I awaken,

And all the sweet visions that fancy wove;

Adieu! ye lone glens, and ye braes of green braken,

Endeared by friendship, and hope, and love.

The stranger came, and adversity's wind

Blew cold and chill on my father's hearth;

I strove, but vainly, some shelter to find

Among the fields of my father's birth:

But my desolate spirit shall never be severed

From the home where a sister and mother once smiled,

Though within its bare walls lies the roof-tree all shivered,

And mouldering rubbish is spread and piled.

I hear before me the waters roar;

I see the galley in yonder bay,

All ready and trim, she beckons the shore,

And seems to chide my longer stay.

Uldoonan! when lingering afar from thy valley,

At my pilgrimage close o'er the billowy brine,

Harps long will be strung, and new voices will hail thee,

Without devotion and love like mine.