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DUET:— BEHOLD THE HOUR THE BOAT ARRIVE.
Words by Burns. Arranged for this work by A. Hume. Gaelic Air,— Oran gaoil.
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I'll oft - en greet this surg-ing swell, Yon dis-tant isle will oft- en hail; E'en
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here I took the last fare-well, There la - test mark'd her van-iih'd sail.
Along the solitary shore, Happy, thou Indian grove, I'll say,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry, Where now my Nancy's path may be?
Across the rolling, dashing roar, While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye. tell me, does she muse on me?