To Eliza

Eliza, tell thy lover why
Or what induced thee to deceive me?

Fare thee well—away I fly—
I shun the lass who thus will grieve me.

Eliza, still thou art my song,
Although by force I may forsake thee;

Fare thee well, for I was wrong
To woo thee while another take thee.

Eliza, pause and think awhile—
Sweet lass! I shall forget thee never:

Fare thee well! although I smile,
I grieve to give thee up for ever.

Eliza, I shall think of thee—
My heart shall ever twine about thee;

Fare thee well—but think of me,
Compell'd to live and die without thee.

" Fare thee well!—and if for ever,
Still for ever fare thee well!"