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Were yon vows but to deceive me,
Valiant o'er my yielding charms?
All I bore for thee sweet Charly,
Want o' sleep, fatigued wi' care,
Bray'd the ocean late and early,
Left my friends, for thou wast fair.
Valiant o'er my yielding charms?
All I bore for thee sweet Charly,
Want o' sleep, fatigued wi' care,
Bray'd the ocean late and early,
Left my friends, for thou wast fair.
Sleep ye winds that waft him frae me,
Blow ye western breezes blow,
Swell the sails, for I love Charly—
Ah! they whisper Flora no.
Cold she sinks beneath yon billow,
Dash'd from yonder rocky shore,
Flora, pride and flower of Isla,
Ne'er to meet her Charly more.
Blow ye western breezes blow,
Swell the sails, for I love Charly—
Ah! they whisper Flora no.
Cold she sinks beneath yon billow,
Dash'd from yonder rocky shore,
Flora, pride and flower of Isla,
Ne'er to meet her Charly more.
Dark the night, the tempest howling,
Bleak along the western sky,
Hear the dreadful thunders rolling,
See the darted lightning fly
No more we'll hear the maid of Isla,
Pensive o'er the winding deep.
Her last words were, O my Charly,
As she sunk into the deep.
Bleak along the western sky,
Hear the dreadful thunders rolling,
See the darted lightning fly
No more we'll hear the maid of Isla,
Pensive o'er the winding deep.
Her last words were, O my Charly,
As she sunk into the deep.
FINIS.
