The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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BEHOLD THE HOUR
FIRST SET
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Behold the hour, the boat, arrive!My dearest Nancy, O, farewell!
Sever'd frae thee, can I survive,
Frae thee whom I hae lov'd sae well?
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Endless and deep shall be my grief,Nae ray of comfort shall I see,
But this most precious, dear belief,
That thou wilt still remember me.
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Along the solitary shore,Where flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful 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,
O, tell me, does she muse on me?’
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