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 :::::Farewell! farewell!
 * My bonnie belle,

I dungeon what I cannot quell;
 * Distraction’s slave,
 * I weep and rave,

While prophets warn me from the grave.


 * A wretch abhorred,
 * I broke my sword

Upon the buckler of the Lord;
 * I feel the shock,
 * Upon my rock,

While the foul condors ’round me flock.


 * Good-bye! good-bye!
 * I can not die

Beneath thy sacramental eye;
 * When gulf and knoll
 * Atween us roll,

Wilt thou be patient then, my soul?


 * Adieu! adieu!
 * Sad eye of blue;

I’ve wrecked my life within thy hue.
 * I grieve, I grieve,
 * And yet I live

To know the future God may give.