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No. 79. Behold the hour, the boat arrive!
Tune: Oran gaoil Scofs Musical Museum: 1790, No. 273. |
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Behold the hour, the boat arrive !
Thou goest, the darling of my heart! Sever'd from thee, can I survive?
But Fate has will'd and we must part. I'll often greet the surging swell,
Yon distant isle will often hail:— • E'en here I took the last farewell;
There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail!'
Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry, Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye :— ' Happy, thou Indian grove,' I'll say,
1 Where now my Nancy's path may be ! While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
O, tell me, does she muse on me ?' |
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