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Behold the Hour.
Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare
Laugh o'er thy perjury;
BEHOLD THE HOUR.
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive:
But fate has will'd, an' we must part.
I'll often greet this surging swell,
"E'en here I took the last farewell;
Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry, Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye : Happy thou Indian grove, I'll say, Where now my Nancy's path may be! While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
Oh, tell me, does she muse on me?
TUNE-"Saw ye my father?"
WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
No more a-winding the course of yon river,
No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
Is it that summer's forsaken our valleys,
No, no! the bees humming round the gay roses,
Fain would I hide what I fear to discover,
Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
Come, then, enamour'd an' fond of my anguish,
On the Seas and far away.
ON THE SEAS AND FAR AWAY.
TUNE-"O'er the hills," &c.
How can my poor heart be glad,
He's on the seas to meet the foe?
Still my heart is with my love;
On the seas and far away,
When in summer's noon I faint,
At the starless midnight hour,
When winter rules with boundless power;
As the storms the forest tear,
Peace, thy olive wand extend,
And as a brother kindly greet:
Then may heaven with prosperous gales
Fill my sailor's welcome sails,
To my arms their charge convey,
WAE IS MY HEART.
TUNE-"Wae is my heart."
WAE is my heart, an' the tear's in my e'e;
Love, thou hast pleasures, an' deep ha'e I lov'd;
Deluded Swain, the Pleasure.
Oh, if I were happy, where happy I ha'e been,
DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE.
TUNE-"The collier's dochter."
DELUDED Swain, the pleasure
Is but a fairy treasure
Thy hopes will soon deceive thee.
The billows on the ocean,
Oh! art thou not ashamed
Go, find an honest fellow;
Good claret set before thee;
And then to bed in glory.