Poem by 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.”

1. From “Irish Melodies”. 41. Lesbia Hath a Beaming Eye
2. From “Irish Melodies”. 47. What the Bee Is to the Floweret
3. From “Irish Melodies”. 120. Oh, Could We Do with This World of Ours
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 48. Love and the Novice
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27

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