I discovered that there is an old Scottish ballad called “Oscar’s Ghost.”
‘O see that form that faintly gleams!
‘Tis Oscar come to cheer my dreams;
On wings of wind he flys away;
O stay, my lovely Oscar, stay.’
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I discovered that there is an old Scottish ballad called “Oscar’s Ghost.”
‘O see that form that faintly gleams!
‘Tis Oscar come to cheer my dreams;
On wings of wind he flys away;
O stay, my lovely Oscar, stay.’
