  Farewell, farewell sweet songster, We are sad from thee to part, Thy soul inspiring music, Cheered many a weary heart, The lark soars tow’rd the heavens, Yes, far upward in its flight, The nightingale’s sweet music Often thrills us with delight. Sweet thoughts of thee we’ll cherish, Our bright shining star of love, Thy melodies would waken The celestial choirs above; For strains of sweetest music, Now seem wafted o’er the sea, List’ning to the grand old songs That so charmed us sung by thee. |
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