Last May a braw wooer/Parting moments
While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you,
High swells my sad heart, and fast my tears flow,
Yet think not of coldness they fall to accuse you,
Did I ever upbraid you? Oh, no my love, no!
I own it would please me at home could you tarry,
Nor e'er feel a wish from Maria to go;
But if it gives pleasure to you my dear Harry,
Shall I blame your departure? Oh, no my love no.
Now do not, dear Hal, while abroad you are straying,
That heart which is mine on a rival bestow,
Nay, banish that frown such displeasure betraying;
Do you think I suspect you? Oh, no my love no.
I believe you too kind for one moment to grieve me;
Or plant in a bosom which adores you such woe;
Yet should you dishonour my truth, and deceive me,
Should I e'er cease to love you? Oh no, my love no.