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bother me," says Kate, says she,
 * "Nor teaze me any more;

For, truth to speak, my heart will break,
 * And all for Donald Gore;

While he's away I can't be gay,
 * And smile and laugh like you;

May ill befall me once for all
 * If e'er I prove untrue.

"The birds sing sweetly on each tree,
 * The sun is shining bright;

All happy be, except poor me,
 * With whom 'tis ever night.

Oh! Donald Gore, dear Donald Gore,
 * For thee it is I pine!

There's not a feeling in my heart
 * But what is wholly thine.

"They tell me I do wrong to grieve
 * For one who's lost to me;

But Oh! I never can believe
 * 'Tis wrong thus loving thee!

And still through life I'll love with truth,
 * Whatever may befall;

And when I die, thy form, dear youth,
 * Shall fade the last of all.