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To the Tune of, Woes my heart that we shou’d sunder.
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A Dieu ye pleasant-sports and plays,
Farewell each song that was diverting;
Love tunes my pipe to mournful lays,
I sing of Delia and Damon’s parting.
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Long had he lov’d, and long conceal’d
The dear tormenting pleasant passion,
Till Delia’s mildness had prevail’d
On him to shew his inclination.
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Just as the fair one seem’d to give
A patient ear to his love story,
Damon must his Delia leave,
To go in quest of toilsome glory.
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Half spoken words hung on his tongue,
Their eyes refus’d the usual meeting;
And sighs supply’d their wonted song,
These charming sounds were chang’d to weeping.
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Dear idol of my soul, adieu:
Cease to lament, but ne’er to love me,
While Damon lives, he lives for you,
No other charms shall ever move me.
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Alas! who knows, when parted far
From Delia, but you may deceive her?
The thought destroys my heart with care,
Adieu, my dear, I fear for ever.
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If ever I forget my vows,
May then my guardian-angel leave me:
And more to aggravate my woes,
Be you so good as to forgive me.
– New Words by Different Hands.
