Farewell to Eliza

From thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore: The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar; But boundless oceans, roaring wide, Between my Love and me, They never, never can divide My heart and soul from thee. Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, The maid that I adore! A boding voice is in mine ear, We part to meet no more! But the latest throb that leaves my heart, While Death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh!


Phil McKee

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1786 and is read here by Phil McKee.

Themes for this song

love regret

Selected for 04 April

On this day in 1508 a collection of poems by John Lydgate became the first book to be printed on a mechanical press in Scotland. This new technology allowed the rapid dissemination of verse by one of Lydgate’s better known successors. Today’s poem, no masterpiece, alas, was one of the Bard’s earliest published pieces. Once again, his head and heart are filled with thoughts of emigration.

Donny O'Rourke

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