Farewell, O Farewell!

Fareweel, O fareweel!
My heart it is sair;
Fareweel, O fareweel!
I 'll see him nae mair.

Lang, lang was he mine,
Lang, lang--but nae mair;
I mauna repine,
But my heart it is sair.

His staff 's at the wa',
Toom, toom is his chair!
His bannet, an' a'!
An' I maun be here!

But oh! he 's at rest,
Why sud I complain?
Gin my soul be blest,
I 'll meet him again.

Oh, to meet him again,
Where hearts ne'er were sair!
Oh, to meet him again,
To part never mair!