Tune - "Oran-Gaoil." I. Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive; Thou Goest, Thou Darling Of My Heart! Sever'D From Thee Can I Survive? But Fate Has Will'D, And We Must Part. I'll Often Greet This Surging Swell, Yon Distant Isle Will Often Hail: "E'En Here I Took The Last Farewell; There, Latest Mark'D Her Vanish'D Sail." Ii. Along The Solitary Shore While Flitting Sea-Fowl Round Me Cry, Across The Rolling, Dashing Roar, I'll Westward Turn My Wistful Eye: Happy, Thou Indian Grove, I'll Say, Where Now My Nancy'S Path May Be! While Thro' Thy Sweets She Loves To Stray, O Tell Me, Does She Muse On Me?