Farewell, dear Alba of the free, Beloved land beside the sea, No power could drag me from my home, Did I not come, Noisha, with thee. Farewell, dear bowers within the Glen, Farewell, strong fort hung over them, Dear to the heart each shining isle, That seems to smile beneath our ken. Glen da Rose! Where the white cherry and garlic blow, On thy blue wave we rocked to sleep, As on the deep, by Glen da Roe. Glen Etive! Whose sunny slopes these waters lave, The rising sun we seemed to hold, As in a fold, in Glen Etive. Glen Masaun! Love to all those who here were born! Across thy peak, at twilight's fall, The cuckoos call, in Glen Masaun. Farewell, dear Land, From Alba's strand I ne'er had roved Save at the call of my beloved, Farewell, dear Land!"
