Where many a danger I must dare,
Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr;
’Tis not the surging billows’ roar,
’Tis not that fatal deadly shore,
Tho’ death in every shape appear,
The wretched have no more to fear;
But round my heart the ties are bound,
That heart transpierced with many a wound;
These bleed afresh, these ties I tear,
To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr.”