Adieu, My Native Land, Adieu
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AIR—farewell to Albion’s Heather Hills.
Adieu, my native land, adieu,
The vessel spreads her swelling sails;
Perhaps I never more may view
Your fertile fields, your flowery dales.
Delusive hope can charm no more;
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