ae fond kiss, and then we sever

tune—“rory dall's port.”

ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

ae fareweel, alas, for ever!

deep in heart-wrung tears i'll pledge thee,

warring sighs and groans i'll wage thee.

who shall say that fortune grieves him,

while the star of hope she leaves him?

me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;

dark despair around benights me.

i'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,

naething could resist my nancy:

but to see her was to love her;