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 No cruel fair shall-ever move

My injured heart again to love;

Through distant climates I must rove,

Since Jeanie she has left me O.

Ye pow'rs above, I to your care

Give up my charming lovely fair;

Your choicest blessings be her share,

Tho' she's forever left me O.





Whate'er my lot, where’er I roam,

By sorrow still opprest;

I’ll ne’er forget the peaceful home

That gave the wanderer rest.

Then ever rove life’s sunny banks,

By sweetest flow’rets strew’d;

Then may you claim a soldier’s thanks,

A soldier’s gratitude.

The peaceful sigh, the balmy tear,

That meek-eye'd pity gave.

My last sad dying words shall cheer

And bless wanderers grave.

Then ever rove life's sunny banks,

By sweetest flow'rets strewed;