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 When at eve thou rovest,

By the star thou lovest,

Oh! then remember me.

Think when home returning,

Bright we've seen it burning,

Oh! then remember me.

Of as summer closes,

When thine eye reposes

On tsits [sic] ling ring roses,

Once so lov'd by thee:

Think on her who wove them,

Her who made thee love them,

Oh! then remember me.

When around the dying,

Autumn leaves are lying,

Oh! then remember me.

And at night, when gazing

On the gay hearth blazing,

O ! then remember me.

Then should music stealing

All the soul of feeling.

To thy heart appealing,

Draw one tear from thee;

Then let memory bring thee,

Strains I us'd to sing thee.

Oh! then remember me.

