Farewell, ye haunts of joy

Farewell, ye haunts of joy, farewell

Ye scenes of love and glee,

Oh bonnie groves o' Rosemount dell,

Ye'll smile nae mair for me;

I'm dreary now, I'm left alane,

Without a hope to ca' my ain,

The jewel o' my heart is gane

Far, far ayont the sea.

The last fond look my laddie gave,

The parting words he said,

I'll bear in mind till in my grave

My weary head is laid;

It may be fancy cheats my heart,

And pains my head wi' wily art,

But ah, wi' life I'll sooner part

Than break the vows we made.

It's sair to think on friendship fled,

And live while hope decays;

It's sair to seek amang the dead

The love o' early days;

But wha can thole the dreary gloom

That fills a lover's living tomb?

Oh wha can bide the bitter doom

That seals my nameless waes?

Ye stars and winds and things that guide

The wand'rer to his rest,

Ye cheer wi' dreams o' joyous pride

The weary-laden breast;

But ah! for me there shines nae ray

O' balmy hope's returning day,—

The tear o' death alone will say

My heart is in the West.