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Ben Boyd's Tower

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Ben Boyd's Tower is watching,     Watching oer the sea;     Ben Boyds Tower is waiting     For her and me.     We do not know the day,     We do not know the hour,     But we know that we shall meet     By Ben Boyds Tower.     Moonlight peoples Boyd Tower,     Mystic are its walls;     Lightly dance the lovers     In its haunted halls.     Ben Boyds Tower is watching,     Watching oer the foam;     Ben Boyds Tower is waiting     Till the Wanderer comes home.     O! he lay above us,     High above the surf,     Finger-nails and toe-caps     Digging in the turf.     We do not know the day,     We do not know the hour,     But Two and Two shall meet again     By Ben Boyds Tower.     Theres an ancient dame in Eden,     Basket on her arm,     And she goes down the Main Street     From the old, old farm.     Hood drawn on her forehead,     Withered dame and grey,     She never looks on Boyd Tower     Out across the Bay.     Bright eyes in the ballroom,     Coquetting with two,     Just for love of mischief,     As a girl will do.     A quarrel in the bar-room,     All within the hour,     And four men rode from Boyd Town     To Ben Boyds Tower.

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"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

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