Farewell to Northmaven, br Grey Hillswicke, farewell! br The storms on thy haven, br The storms on thy fell - br To each breeze that can vary br The mood of thy main, br And to thee, bonny Mary! br We meet not again! br br Farewell the wild ferry, br Which Hacon could brave, br When the peaks of the Skerry br Where white in the wave. br There's a maid may look over br These wild waves in vain,- br For the skiff of her lover- br He comes not again! br br The vows thou hast broke, br On the wild currents fling them; br On the quicksand and rock br Let the mermaidens sing them. br New sweetness they'll give her br Bewildering strain; br But there's one who will never br Believe them again. br br O were there an island, br Though ever so wild, br Where woman could smile, and br No man be beguiled - br Too tempting a snare br To poor mortals were given; br And the hope would fix there, br That should anchor in heaven.