OSCAR'S GHOST.
Tune, Roslin Castle.
O! See that form that faintly gleams,
It's Oscar come to chear my dreams,
On wings of wind he flies away;
O! stay my lovely Oscar, stay,
Wake Ossian, last of Fingal's line;
And mix thy tears and sighs with mine:
Awake the harp to doleful lays,
And sooth my soul with Oscar's praise.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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