Farewell, old Scotia’s bleak domains,Far dearer than the torrid plains,Where rich ananas blow!Farewell, a mother’s blessing dear!A borther’s sigh! a sister’s tear!My Jean’s heart-rending throe!Farewell, my Bess! tho’ thou’rt bereftOf my paternal care.A faithful brother I have left,My part in him thou’lt share!Adieu, too, to you too,My Smith, my bosom frien’;When kindly you mind me,O then befriend my Jean!14
What bursting anguish tears my heart;From thee, my Jeany, must I part!Thou, weeping, answ’rest—“No!”Alas! misfortune stares my face,And points to ruin and disgrace,I for thy sake must go!Thee, Hamilton, and Aiken dear,A grateful, warm adieu:I, with a much-indebted tear,Shall still remember you!All hail then, the gale then,Wafts me from thee, dear shore!It rustles, and whistlesI’ll never see thee more!28