Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 361. Song—Behold the Hour, the Boat, arrive |
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| BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive! | |
| My dearest Nancy, O fareweel! | |
| Severed frae thee, can I survive, | |
| Frae thee whom I hae lov’d sae weel? | |
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| Endless and deep shall be my grief; | 5 |
| Nae ray of comfort shall I see, | |
| But this most precious, dear belief, | |
| That thou wilt still remember me! | |
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| Alang the solitary shore | |
| Where flitting sea-fowl round me cry, | 10 |
| Across the rolling, dashing roar, | |
| I’ll westward turn my wishful eye. | |
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| “Happy thou Indian grove,” I’ll say, | |
| “Where now my Nancy’s path shall be! | |
| While thro’ your sweets she holds her way, | 15 |
| O tell me, does she muse on me?” | |
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