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I'll strike the light guitar.
 * But if my tae, &c.

Shades of ev'ning close not o'er us,
 * leave our lonely bark awhile down

Morn alas will not restore us
 * vonder dine and distant isle;

Still my fancy can discover
 * sunny spots where friends may dwell

darker shadows round us hover,
 * Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well.

Tis the hour when happy faces
 * smile around the taper's light;

Who will fill our vacant places ?
 * who will sing our songs to night

Thro the mist that floats above us
 * faintly sounds the vesper bell,

Like a voice from those who love us
 * breathing fondly, Fare thee well.

When the waves are round me breaking,
 * as I pace the deck alone;

And my eye in vain is seeking
 * some green leaf to rest upon :

What would I not give to wander
 * where my old companions dwell

Absence makes the heart grow fonder-
 * Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well.