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To the Tune of, I’ll never leave thee.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
