song—farewell to ballochmyle
  tune—“miss forbe's farewell to banff.”
  the catrine 18wends were yellow seen,
  the flowers decay'd on catrine lee,
  nae lav'rock sang on hillock green,
  but nature sicken'd on the e'e.
  thro' faded groves maria sang,
  hersel' in beauty's bloom the while;
  and aye the wild-18wend ehoes rang,
  fareweel the braes o' ballochmyle!
  low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
  again ye'll flourish fresh and fair;
  ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers,
  again ye'll charm the vocal air.
  but here, alas! for me nae mair
  shall birdie charm, or floweret smile;
  fareweel the bonie banks of ayr,
  fareweel, fareweel! sweet ballochmyle!