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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.