OH NO, WE NEVER MENTION HER.
Oh no, we never mention her,
Her name is never heard,
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once' familiar word.
From sport to sport they hurry me,
To banish my regret;
And when they win a smile from me.
They think that I forget.
They bid me seek in change of scene,
The charms that others see,
But were I in a foreign land,
They’d find no change in me.
’Tis true that I behold no more
The valley where we met,
I do not see the hawthorn tree,
But how can I forget?
For oh! there are so many things
Recal the past to me;
The breeze upon the sunny hills,
The billows of the sea;
The rosy tint that decks the sky,
Before the sun is set;
Aye, every leaf I look upon
Forbids me to forget.
They tell me she is happy now,
The gayest of the gay;
They hint that she forgets me now,
But heed not what they say.
