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O WlLL l COME.
Tune—The Lee Rig.
O will I come, when yont the nowes
The setting sun has hid his ee,
And meet thee whare the Irwin rows,
Sae smoothly through the gowan’d lea!
O will I come, and welcome be!
And wilt thou on my bosom rest;
And, while I own nae jov but thee,
Tell me I’m dearest to thy breast.
O yes, I'll come and joyfu’ meet,
And hear thee say thou’rt a' my ain;
Our meeting moments shall be sweet—
But O how shall we part again!
Yon star that glimmers, o'er the main,
Shall set beyond blue 'Arran's brow,
And, blythe, the lark renew her strain,
Ere I, reluctant, sigh—adieu,
[SUNG SLOW]
But if I come, and thou, unkind,
Should’st shaw nae welcome in thy ee,
Then night—in a‘ thy sables bend
In awfu’ darkness o’er the lea;
