Farewell to Albemarle

Farewell, ye verdant hills and vales, Farewell thou rolling river, Whose waves flow onward to the sea, Returning, never, never.

From all thy scenes, I might have gone, I might in joy have parted, But since my love remaineth here, I wander broken-hearted.

I go from one with whom to part, Is grief that can't be spoken, From whom to rend my faithful heart, That heart, even now, is broken.