Fare thee well the bonny heather

Fare thee well the evergreen

Fare thee well perhaps forever

I am called to other dreams

In twilight sky the sparrow calls me

To cross the blue and restless sea

Do not keep the candle for me

I shall return no more to thee

Though I shall miss the small wren singing

And the ladies at their loom

Though the tears be cold and stinging

I shall bid a fair adieu

When the dew has wet the flower

I shall be far beyond the sea

Then but a thought my parting hour

I shall return no more to thee

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High Grows The Barley