Forget na', dear Lassie

Forget na', dear lassie, when I'm far frae thee,

Forget na' the tear that may steal frae my ee;

Oh think on the time we sae happy ha'e been;

Oh think on the wandering beneath the moon's beam.

I will think on the tear thou wilt shed when alone,

And fondly remember each dear woodland scene,

I'll bless the sweet smile, that still woo'd me to thee,

And hope, sweetly smiling, will gladden my ee.

I see the rose fading, dear maid, on thy cheek,

I feel the heart throbbings, thy anguish that speak;

But let the tear-drop nor sorrow be thine,

Peace rest in thy bosom, and sorrow be mine.

When 'midst the rude storm on the wide-swelling sea,

Fond fancy will turn to this hour, love, wi' thee,

I'll sigh to the billows to waft me ashore,

To part frae my hame and my lassie no more.