Tune,—I'll never leave thee

One day I heard Mary say, How shall I leave thee? Stay, dearest Adonis, stay, why wilt thou grieve me? Alas! my fond heart will break, if thou should leave me:

Say, lovely Adonis, say, has Mary deceiv'd thee? Did e'er her young heart betray new love, that's griev'd thee? My constant love ne'er shall stray, thou may believe me. I'll love thee, lad, night and day, and never leave thee.

Adonis, my charming youth, what can relieve thee? Can Mary thy anguish soothe? this breast shall receive thee. My passion can ne'er decay, never deceive thee; Delight shall drive pain away, pleasure revive thee.

But leave thee, leave thee, lad, how shall I leave thee? O! that thought makes me sad, I'll never leave thee. Where would my Adonis fly? why does she grieve me? Alas! my poor heart will break, if I should leave thee.