Mary, I believed thee true,

  And I was blest in thus believing

But now I mourn that e'er I knew

  A girl so fair and so deceiving.

    Fare thee well.

Few have ever loved like me,—

  Yes, I have loved thee too sincerely!

And few have e'er deceived like thee.—

  Alas! deceived me too severely.

Fare thee well!—yet think awhile

  On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee:

Who now would rather trust that smile,

  And die with thee than live without thee.

Fare thee well! I'll think of thee.

  Thou leavest me many a bitter token;

For see, distracting woman, see,

  My peace is gone, my heart is broken!—

    Fare thee well!

[1] These words were written to the pathetic Scotch air "Galla Water."