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behold the hour, the boat, arrive

behold the hour, the boat, arrive!

y dearest nancy, o fareweel!

severed frae thee, can i survive,

frae thee who i hae lov&039;d sae weel?

endless and deep shall be y grief;

lnae ray of fort shall i see,

but this ost precio, dear belief,

that thou wilt still reber !

ang the litary shore

where flittg sea-fowl round cry,

across the rollg, dashg roar,

i&039;ll wesard turn y wishful eye

“happy thou dian grove,” i&039;ll say,

“where now y nancy&039;s path shall be!

while thro&039; your sweets she holds her way,

o tell , does she e on ?”