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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 joy 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.

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;