Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

Adieu to Strathearn

Air — "Miss Carmichael."

Strathearn, oh! how shall I quit thy sweet groves?
How bid thee a long, oh! an endless adieu?
Sad memory over such happiness roves,
As not hope's own magic can never renew.

Sweet scene of my childhood, delight of my youth!
Thy far-winding waters no more I must see;
Thy high-wavering bowers, thy gay woodland flowers,
They wave now, they bloom now, no longer for me.

1. Gude Nicht, and Joy Be Wi' Ye A'
2. Her Home She Is Leaving
3. The Lass o’ Gowrie
4. Cauld Kail in Aberdeen
5. Fell He on the Field of Fame

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