User:RH/Rob MacGregor

Rob "Robbie" MacGregor Associates none yet Profile found here Goals save a couple lives, do a couple jigs Contact and this is here The Man With a Bandit's Name And Now For Some Robbie Burns "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!' (Behold the Hour, the Boat Arrive)