Song, pp.140-141.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

To the Tune of, 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. 

I’ll live and die for thy sake; 

Yet never leave thee. 


Say, lovely Adonis, say, 

Has Mary deceived thee? 

Did e’er her young heart betray 

New love, that has griev’d thee; 

My constant mind ne’er shall stray, 

Thou may believe me. 

I’ll love the lad night and day, 

And never leave thee. 


Adonis, my charming youth, 

What can relieve thee? 

Can Mary thy anguish sooth? 

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 he grieve me? 

Alas! my poor heart will die, 

If I should leave thee. 

New Words by Different Hands

Leave a Reply