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IV.

Farewell old Coila's hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales; The scenes where wretched fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves! Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those-- The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr!

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