BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
Severd from thee, can I survive,
But Fate has willd and we must part.
Ill often greet the surging swell,
Yon distant Isle will often hail:
Een here I took the last farewell;
There, latest markd her vanishd sail.
Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
Ill westward turn my wistful eye:
Happy thou Indian grove, Ill say,
Where now my Nancys path may be!
While thro thy sweets she loves to stray,
O tell me, does she muse on me!
432. SongBehold the hour, etc. (Second Version)
written byRobert Burns
© Robert Burns