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7 And when the green sod wraps my grave, May pity haply say- Oh! his heart, his heart was broken, For the love of Alice Gray.

OH! SO WE NEVER MENTION HER.

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.

They tell me she is happy now, The gayest of the gay; They hunt that she has me forget But heed not what they say Like me perhaps she straggles with, Each feeling of regret; But if she loves as I have lor'd, She never can forget.