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You say that in some distant scene
her charms now others see,
But were she at the antipodes
she'd be too near to me
Tis true I may behold no more
her one bright eye of jet
I do not see her gothic form
yet how can I forget
her charms now others see,
But were she at the antipodes
she'd be too near to me
Tis true I may behold no more
her one bright eye of jet
I do not see her gothic form
yet how can I forget
For oh, there are a thousand things
recall her still to me:
The roaring of the ruthless wind,
The raging of the sea:
The misty cloud that dims the sky,
when winter suns have set,
And all that we least love to see,
forbid me to forget.
recall her still to me:
The roaring of the ruthless wind,
The raging of the sea:
The misty cloud that dims the sky,
when winter suns have set,
And all that we least love to see,
forbid me to forget.
They te'l me she has money now
and freely makes it fly;
They hint that she has lovers too.
but that is all my eye
Tis nothing but a trick of theirs
to catch me in the net;
But I have known her once good lord
and never can forget,
and freely makes it fly;
They hint that she has lovers too.
but that is all my eye
Tis nothing but a trick of theirs
to catch me in the net;
But I have known her once good lord
and never can forget,
FINIS.
