Parting Moments

While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you, High swells my sad heart, and fast my tears flow, Yet think not of coldness they fall to accuse you, Did I ever upbraid you? Oh, no my love, no! I own it would please me at home could you tarry, Nor e'er feel a wish from Maria to go; But if it gives pleasure to you my dear Harry, Shall I blame your departure? Oh, no my love no.

Now do not, dear Hal, while abroad you are straying, That heart which is mine on a rival bestow, Nay, banish that frown such displeasure betraying; Do you think I suspect you? Oh, no my love no. I believe you too kind for one moment to grieve me; Or plant in a bosom which adores you such woe; Yet should you dishonour my truth, and deceive me, Should I e'er cease to love you? Oh no, my love no.