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| FAREWELL the fields of Irwan’s vale, | |
| My infant years where Fancy led, | |
| And soothed me with the western gale, | |
| Her wild dreams waving round my head, | |
| While the blithe blackbird told his tale. | 5 |
| Farewell the fields of Irwan’s vale! | |
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| The primrose on the valley’s side, | |
| The green thyme on the mountain’s head, | |
| The wanton rose, the daisy pied, | |
| The wilding’s blossom blushing red; | 10 |
| No longer I their sweets inhale. | |
| Farewell the fields of Irwan’s vale! | |
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| How oft, within you vacant shade, | |
| Has evening closed my careless eye! | |
| How oft along those banks I ’ve strayed, | 15 |
| And watched the wave that wandered by; | |
| Full long their loss shall I bewail. | |
| Farewell the fields of Irwan’s vale! | |
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| Yet still, within yon vacant grove, | |
| To mark the close of parting day, | 20 |
| Along yon flowery banks to rove, | |
| And watch the wave that winds away, | |
| Fair Fancy sure shall never fail, | |
| Though far from these and Irwan’s vale. | |
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