  Grey Blavin in grandeur gold-crested appears, As swift sinks the sun in the west, Whose gleams of departure, as love-guarding spears, Skim over the blue ocean's breast: The lav'rock pours sweetly his ev'ning joy song, Lone cushats croon soft in each vale, Pale gloaming's low melodies linger among The beauties of loved Armadale: It is the hour when raptures reign, It is the hour when joys prevail, I'll hie away to meet again My Flora, Star of Armadale; Armadale! Armadale! Flora, Star of Armadale: The dim robe of night over Knoydart's brown hills, Comes weirdly with dark-shading lour, Slow-stealing it shrouds the repose it full fills With calm's hallowed, heart-clinging, pow'r: It tells of a maiden whose heart I have got, It whispers the love-longing tale, It bids me away to yon heather-thatched cot, Snug nestling by sweet Armadale: It is the hour of Nature's peace, It is the hour when smiles unveil The beauty which bids love increase For Flora, Star of Armadale; Armadale! Armadale! Flora, Star of Armadale: Her eyes are as dark as the gloom of Loch Hourn, Yet soft as the gaze of a fawn, Still darker the tresses that crown to adorn A brow like a light-mellowed dawn. Her voice is a fountain of summer's dream-song, Her smiles can the budding rose pale, O! rare are the graces which humbly belong To Flora of dear Armadale: It is the hour of love's alarms, It is the hour when throbs assail This heart which glows beneath the charms Of Flora, Star of Armadale; Armadale! Armadale! Flora, Star of Armadale. |
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