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SONGS OF THE ROAD
We came to Oban in the rain,
I need not mention it again,
For you may take it as a fact
That in that Western Highland tract
It sometimes spouts and sometimes drops,
But never, never, never stops.
From Oban on we thought it well
To take the steamer for a spell,
But 'ere the motor went aboard
The Pass of Melfort we explored.
A lovelier vale, more full of peace,
Was never seen in classic Greece;
A wondrous gateway, reft and torn,
To open out the land of Lorne.
Leading on for many a mile
To the kingdom of Argyle.
Wednesday saw us on our way
Steaming out from Oban Bay,
