Ah! now, in a moment Far on the wave. Oh! fare thee well, fare thee well, Oh! fare thee well, fare thee well, I was proud of the power And the fame of my chief, He turns me away, Oh! fare thee well, fare thee well, Oh! fare thee well, fare thee well, Farewell the gray stones I go, to have mine Of the foam of the waves; On Canada's shore, Where none of my fathers Were gather'd before! Oh! fare thee well, fare thee well, Oh! fare thee well, fare thee well, END OF VOLUME SECOND. Khull, Blackie, & Co. Printers, Glasgow, Scotland's skaith, or the history of Will and Jean, Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled, (Note,) Sir John Suckling's campaign, 220 |