The Swiss patriot/Woes my heart that we should sunder

Woes my heart that we should sunder.

With broken words and downcast eyes,
Poor Colin spoke his passion tender;
And, parting with his Lucy, cries,
Ah! woes my heart that we should sunder.
To others I am cold as snow,
But kindle with thine eyes like tinder;
From thee with pain I'm forc'd to go;
It breaks my heart that we should sunder.

Chain’d to thy charms, I cannot range;
No beauty new my love shall hinder;
Nor time, nor place, shall ever change
My vows, tho’ we’re oblig’d to sunder.
Ye powers, take care of my dear lass,
That as I leave her I may find her;
When that bless’d time shall come to pass,
We’ll meet again, and never sunder.

The image of thy graceful air,
And beauties which invite our wonder;
Thy lively wit, and prudence rare,
Shall still be present, tho' we sunder.
Dear nymph, believe thy swain in this,
You’ll ne’er engage a heart that’s kinder;
Then seal a promise with a kiss,
Always to love me, tho’ we sunder.