Farewell Regality from Aisling by Eabhal

And now it's time to say farewell
And though I hope that we may meet again
And all things may be reet again
We've lived and spent the day

We'll cry farewell Regality
And cry farewell the Liberty
To honest friends' civility
To winter's frost and fire
And there's nowt that I can bid ye
But that peace and love gan with ye
Never mind wherever call the fates
Away from Hexhamshire

And what is time that flies so fleet
But just a bird that flies on merry wings
And lights us down in happy spring
When winter's neet is past

Aye but the curlew sings her sang
And winds her sorrows doon the Rowley Burn
And drear as winds the hunter's horn
The call is all farewell

And as I set the mossy stones
And do me bits of jobs and gap the dykes
I hear the whispers doon the sykes
Farewell they sigh, farewell

Do I remember? Do I dream?
And did we rightly meet in Viewly Side?
For all this and much more beside
Has got me sore beguiled

But on some golden autumn morn
Or when July is hazing Dipton Slopes
By Whitley Mill or West Burnhope
We'll live and spend the day.

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