[
  {
    "title": "137. Song—Farewell to the Banks of Ayr",
    "author": "Robert Burns",
    "lines": [
      "THE GLOOMY night is gath’ring fast,",
      "Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast,",
      "Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,",
      "I see it driving o’er the plain;",
      "The hunter now has left the moor.",
      "The scatt’red coveys meet secure;",
      "While here I wander, prest with care,",
      "Along the lonely banks of Ayr.",
      "",
      "",
      "The Autumn mourns her rip’ning corn",
      "By early Winter’s ravage torn;",
      "Across her placid, azure sky,",
      "She sees the scowling tempest fly:",
      "Chill runs my blood to hear it rave;",
      "I think upon the stormy wave,",
      "Where many a danger I must dare,",
      "Far from the bonie banks of Ayr.",
      "",
      "",
      "’Tis not the surging billow’s roar,",
      "’Tis not that fatal, deadly shore;",
      "Tho’ death in ev’ry shape appear,",
      "The wretched have no more to fear:",
      "But round my heart the ties are bound,",
      "That heart transpierc’d with many a wound;",
      "These bleed afresh, those ties I tear,",
      "To leave the bonie banks of Ayr.",
      "",
      "",
      "Farewell, old Coila’s hills and dales,",
      "Her healthy moors and winding vales;",
      "The scenes where wretched Fancy roves,",
      "Pursuing past, unhappy loves!",
      "Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes!",
      "My peace with these, my love with those:",
      "The bursting tears my heart declare—",
      "Farewell, the bonie banks of Ayr!"
    ],
    "linecount": "32"
  }
]