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Rh 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,