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| FAREWELL, ye braes of broad Braemar, | |
| From you my feet must travel far, | |
| Thou high-peaked, steep-cliffed Loch-na-Gar, | |
| Farewell, farewell forever! | |
| Thou lone green glen where I was born, | 5 |
| Where free I strayed in life’s bright morn, | |
| From thee my heart is rudely torn, | |
| And I shall see thee never! | |
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| The braes of Mar with heather glow, | |
| The healthful breezes o’er them blow, | 10 |
| The gushing torrents from them flow, | |
| That swell the rolling river. | |
| Strong hills that nursed the brave and free, | |
| On banks of clear, swift-rushing Dee, | |
| My widowed eyne no more shall see | 15 |
| Your birchen bowers forever! | |
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| Farewell, thou broad and bare Muicdhui, | |
| Ye stout old pines of lone Glen Lui, | |
| Thou forest wide of Ballochbuie, | |
| Farewell, farewell forever! | 20 |
| In you the rich may stalk the deer, | |
| Thou ’lt know the tread of prince and peer; | |
| But O, the poor man’s heart is drear | |
| To part from you forever! | |
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| May God forgive our haughty lords, | 25 |
| For whom our fathers drew their swords; | |
| No tear for us their pride affords, | |
| No bond of love they sever. | |
| Farewell, ye braes of broad Braemar, | |
| From bleak Ben Aon to Loch-na-Gar,— | 30 |
| The friendless poor is banished far | |
| From your green glens forever! | |
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