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Dark is my doom, and from thee I sever, Whom I have lov'd alone; "Twere cruel to link thy fate for ever           With sorrows like my own,          Go smile on livelier friends, and never            Lament me when I'm gone.

Isabel, &c.

And when at length in these lovely bow'rs           Some happier youth you see, And you cull for him spring's sweetest flowers And he sings of love to thee; When you laugh with him at these vanquish'd hours Oh! tell him to love like me.

Isabel, &c.

C H A R L I E I S  M Y  D A R L I N G

CHARLIE is my darling, My darling, my darling, Oh! Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier.

'Twas on a Monday morning, Right early in the year, When Charlie came to our town, The young Chevalier.

Oh! Charlie, &c.

As he came marching up the street, The pipes play'd loud and clear, And a' the folk cam running out, To meet the Chevalier.

Oh! Charlie, &c.