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TO ELIZA.
Eliza, tell thy lover why
Or what induced thee to deceive me?
Fare thee well—away I fly—
I shun the lass who thus will grieve me.
Or what induced thee to deceive me?
Fare thee well—away I fly—
I shun the lass who thus will grieve me.
Eliza, still thou art my song,
Although by force I may forsake thee;
Fare thee well, for I was wrong
To woo thee while another take thee.
Although by force I may forsake thee;
Fare thee well, for I was wrong
To woo thee while another take thee.
Eliza, pause and think awhile—
Sweet lass! I shall forget thee never:
Fare thee well! although I smile,
I grieve to give thee up for ever.
Sweet lass! I shall forget thee never:
Fare thee well! although I smile,
I grieve to give thee up for ever.
Eliza, I shall think of thee—
My heart shall ever twine about thee;
Fare thee well—but think of me,
Compell'd to live and die without thee.
“Fare thee well!—and if for ever,
Still for ever fare thee well!”
My heart shall ever twine about thee;
Fare thee well—but think of me,
Compell'd to live and die without thee.
“Fare thee well!—and if for ever,
Still for ever fare thee well!”
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