  Once more then farewell! and whilst I'm away, Oh! let not another entangle thy fancy! I shall think upon thee every hour of the day, And let not my love be forgotten by Nancy! Oh! were I forsaken, the flow'r in my heart, Would fold all its leaves, and re-open them never! The sunshine of joy and of hope would depart, And belief in affection would perish for ever! To talk thus is folly! I doubt not thy truth, A few years of absence will quickly pass over, I scorn other perils that menace my youth, From that wound, I must own, I could never recover! |
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