Song.

Mary, I believed Thee True. And I was blest in thus believing But now I mourn that e'er I knew A girl so fair and so deceiving. Fare thee well. Few have ever loved like me,— Yes, I have loved thee too sincerely! And few have e'er deceived like thee.— Alas! deceived me too severely. Fare thee well!—yet think awhile On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee: Who now would rather trust that smile, And die with thee than live without thee. Fare thee well! I'll think of thee. Thou leavest me many a bitter token; For see, distracting woman, see, My peace is gone, my heart is broken!— Fare thee well.