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| ADIEU! romantic banks of Clyde, | |
| Where oft I ’ve spent the joyful day; | |
| Now, weary wandering on thy side, | |
| I pour the plaintive, joyless lay. | |
| To other lands I ’m doomed to rove, | 5 |
| The thought with grief my bosom fills; | |
| Why am I forced to leave my love, | |
| And wander far from Lanark Mills? | |
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| Can I forget the ecstatic hours, | |
| When (’scaped the village evening din) | 10 |
| I met my lass midst Braxfield bowers, | |
| Or near the falls of Corhouse Linn! | |
| While close I clasped her to my breast, | |
| (The idea still with rapture thrills!) | |
| I thought myself completely blest | 15 |
| By all the lads of Lanark Mills. | |
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| Deceitful, dear, delusive dream, | |
| Thou ’rt fled,—alas! I know not where, | |
| And vanished is each blissful gleam, | |
| And left behind a load of care. | 20 |
| Adieu! dear winding banks of Clyde, | |
| A long farewell, ye rising hills; | |
| No more I ’ll wander on your side, | |
| Though still my heart ’s at Lanark Mills. | |
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| While Tintock stands the pride of hills, | 25 |
| While Clyde’s dark stream rolls to the sea, | |
| So long, my dear-loved Lanark Mills, | |
| May Heaven’s best blessings smile on thee. | |
| A last adieu! my Mary dear, | |
| The briny tear my eye distils; | 30 |
| While reason’s powers continue clear, | |
| I ’ll think of thee and Lanark Mills. | |
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