Thomas Moore

Song (Mary, I believed thee true)

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!

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!

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!


These words were written to the pathetic Scotch air “Galla Water.”