MARY, THINK OF ME.
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(An original Air.—Composed by Mr. Lee.)
I
When rays of summer beam o'er your bower,
When the fresh blossoms are upon the tree,
And when you walk at this lone hour,
Under the willows,—Mary, think of me.
With other youths, gaily you'll wander,
Yet when they breathe vows of love to thee,
You'll sigh for one whose love was fonder,
Yes, Mary, yes, then you'll think of me.
II
These faded blossoms once bloomed above me,
Often I met thee under their sweet shade,
When they were fresh you seem'd to love me,
I never thought love, like them, would fade.
But winter's gloom soon will be over,
These wither'd trees bright and green will be,
Then, Mary, then mourn for your lover,
Over my tomb, dear Mary, weep for me.
