SONG CCLII. The ADIEU

Since Moggy I mun bid adieu, How can I help despairing, Let Fate its Rigour still pursue, There is nought more worth my Careing,

'Twas she alone cou'd calm my Soul, When wracking Thoughts did grieve me, Her Eyes my Troubles could controul, And into Joys deceive me.

Farewel the Brooks, no more along, Your Banks mun I be walking, No more you'll hear my Pipe or Song, Or pretty Peggy's Talking,

But I by Death an End will give, To Grief Since we must sever, For who can after Parting live, Ought to be wretched for ever.