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HARD IS THE SENTENCE OF PARTING MAN AND WIFE, THOUGH THEY MAY HAVE MUCH DISAGREED.
Go on, may the kind heavens chide thee,
No longer the pain of my arm,
I wish not an ill to betide thee,
Beware that I wish thee no harm.
If thou art gone and gone forever,
Swiftly, swiftly move,
If again I see thee never,
Fare thee well my love.
No longer the pain of my arm,
I wish not an ill to betide thee,
Beware that I wish thee no harm.
If thou art gone and gone forever,
Swiftly, swiftly move,
If again I see thee never,
Fare thee well my love.
Tell me what on earth could move thee,
Hence no more to dwell,
Can'st thou say I did not love thee?
No! but truly well.
If thou art gone resolved to leave me,
Through the world to rove,
Be sure it cannot fail to grieve thee,
Fare thee well my love.
Hence no more to dwell,
Can'st thou say I did not love thee?
No! but truly well.
If thou art gone resolved to leave me,
Through the world to rove,
Be sure it cannot fail to grieve thee,
Fare thee well my love.
Oh! what's like a husband off starting,
To look on his wife never more,
'Tis the soul and the body fast parted,
Is his flight from his own native door.
Art thou hence inclined to leave me ever,
Kiss my cheek and move,
If again I see thee never,
Fare thee well my love.
To look on his wife never more,
'Tis the soul and the body fast parted,
Is his flight from his own native door.
Art thou hence inclined to leave me ever,
Kiss my cheek and move,
If again I see thee never,
Fare thee well my love.
Still 'tis hard to give thee over,
And to be resigned,
Hence with thee no more to hover,
Lonely, left behind.
But if I had known thee never,
This I could approve,
Dear, if art gone forever,
Fare thee well my love.
And to be resigned,
Hence with thee no more to hover,
Lonely, left behind.
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This I could approve,
Dear, if art gone forever,
Fare thee well my love.
But if I am quite forsaken,
I'll take this trouble for one part,
I thought but was truly mistaken,
And sigh with a pain in my heart—
These last words my tears impel,
Hence no more this dove,
Words, heart rending fare thee well,
Fare thee well my love.
I'll take this trouble for one part,
I thought but was truly mistaken,
And sigh with a pain in my heart—
These last words my tears impel,
Hence no more this dove,
Words, heart rending fare thee well,
Fare thee well my love.
But if thou art bound to leave me,
Call me no more thine,
Was thy aims first to deceive me,
Thou art no more mine,
Hence expostulate no more,
But to leave me sick and sore,
Let me die and then remove,
Fare thee well my love.
Call me no more thine,
Was thy aims first to deceive me,
Thou art no more mine,
Hence expostulate no more,
But to leave me sick and sore,
Let me die and then remove,
Fare thee well my love.
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