Behold the hour, the boat, arrive!
My dearest Nancy, O, farewell!
Severed from you, can I survive,
From you whom I have loved so well?
Endless and deep shall be my grief,
No ray of comfort shall I see,
But this most precious, dear belief,
That you will still remember me.
Along the solitary shore,
Where flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the
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'Where now my Nancy's path shall be!
Дождалась до моей пенсии
O, tell me, does she muse on me?'
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