Behold The Hour The Boat Arrive second version


Behold the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But Fate has will'd and we must part. I'll often greet the surging swell, Yon distant Isle will often hail: "E'en here I took the last farewell; There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail." 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!"

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David Rintoul

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1793 and is read here by David Rintoul.

More about this song

The second version removes ‘dearest Nancy’, as well as the smattering of Scotticisms that had been added to the first version.

Burns sent this version to George Thomson in September 1793.

Ralph McLean

Themes for this song

love regret

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