Poem by Robert Burns

Farewell to Eliza

FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,
  And from my native shore;
The cruel fates between us throw
  A boundless ocean’s roar:
But boundless oceans, roaring wide,
  Between my Love and me,
They never, never can divide
  My heart and soul from thee.

Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,
  The maid that I adore!
A boding voice is in mine ear,
  We part to meet no more!
But the last throb that leaves my heart,
  While death stands victor by,
That throbs Eliza, is thy part
  And thine that latest sigh!

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Gala Water
4. The Flowery Banks of Cree
5. Stay My Charmer

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