* <br /> <br /> <br />1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an' all your ewes, <br />An' fields whare bIoomin' heather grows; <br />Nae mair the sportin' lambs I'll see <br />Since my true love's forsaken me. <br /> <br />CHORUS. <br />Nae mair I'll hear wi' pleasure sing <br />The cheerfu' lav'rock in the Spring, <br />But sad in grief now I maun mourn, <br />Far, far frae her, o'er Logan-burn. <br /> <br />2. Alas! nae mair we'll meetings keep <br />At bughts, whan herds ca' in their sheep; <br />Nae mair amang the threshes green <br />We'll row, where we hae aften been. <br />CHORUS <br /> <br />3. Nae mair for me , ye vi'lets blaw, <br />Or lilies whiter than the snaw; <br />Nae mair your pleasures I can bear, <br />While I am absent frae my dear. <br />CHORUS <br /> <br />4. I ken the cause of my hard fate; <br />In courtin' her I was too blate; <br />I never kiss'd my lass at a' <br />But when we met an' gaed awa'. <br />CHORUS <br /> <br />5. Oh could my tears again bring back <br />The days now past, I'd no' be slack <br />For ev'ry kiss she got before <br />I wad gie to her now a score. <br />CHORUS <br /> <br />6. O fortune I wad you favour me <br />In some snug corner her to see. <br />My heart I wad to her reveal, <br />An' in her arms my pardon seal. <br />CHORUS <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />*<br /><br />James Thomson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fareweel-ye-bughts/
