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ὁ θεὸς μετὰ σοῦ[1]
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Farewell, my Highland lassie! when the year returns around,
Be it Greece, or be it Norway, where my vagrant feet are found,
I shall call to mind the place, I shall call to mind the day,
The day that 's gone for ever, and the glen that 's far away;
I shall mind me, be it Rhine or Rhone, Italian land or France,
Of the laughings, and the whispers, of the pipings and the dance;
I shall see thy soft brown eyes dilate to wakening woman thought,
And whiter still the white cheek grow to which the blush was brought;
And oh, with mine commixing I thy breath of life shall feel,
And clasp the shyly passive hands in joyous Highland reel;
- ↑ Ho Thëos meta sou—God be with you.
