No lark in transport mounts the sky

Nor leaves with early plaintive cry,

But I maun bid my last goodbye,

My last farewell to Stirling O.

 

Chorus :

Tho' far awa, my hert's wi you,

Our youthful hours, upon wings they flew;

But I will bid my last adieu,

My last farewell to Stirling O.

 

Nae mair I'll meet you in the dark,

Nor gang wi you to the King's Park,

Nor raise the hare oot frae their flap

When I gang far frae Stirling O.

 

Nae mair I'll wander through the glen,

Nor disturb the roost of the pheasant hen,

Nor chase the rabbits to their den,

When I gang far frae Stirling O.

 

There's one request afore I go,

And that is to my comrades all -

My dog and gun ye'll keep for me

When I gang far frae Stirling O.

 

Noo fare ye weel, my Jeannie dear -

For you I'll shed a bitter tear,

But I hope you'll find some other, dear,

When I am far frae Stirling O.

 

Then fare ye weel, for I am bound

For twenty years to Van Diemen's land,

But speak of me and what I've done

When I gang far frae Stirling O.