Family Research – English, Scottish and Irish Genealogy


Adieu, My Native Land, Adieu

This ballad begins: ‘Adieu, my native land, adieu, / The vessel spreads her swelling sails; / Perhaps I never more may view / Your fertile fields, your flowery dales.’ It was to be sung to the air ‘Farewell to Albion’s Heathery Hills’. The broadside was priced at one penny and published by the Poet’s Box (probably in Glasgow). A long advertisement for services offered by the Poet’s Box foots the sheet, but the address and town are not included. for more click here

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