Where Ossian tuned his harp to sing;
Where sheen of gold the sun did bring
Upon the heights of Finorie.
Farewell, dear father, best of men,
Far from me in the Highland glen!
Heav’n smile on thee till back again
I come to see dear Finorie.
Mother! a name to me most dear;
To lose thy tender care I fear;
But in my snareful journey here