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I have wander'd to yon mountain,
From the mountain to the grove,
Then beside yon glassy fountain,
Listen'd for thy coming, love!

And when at last thou cam'st, my lover,
And on the green turf lightly sprung,
I found I could not chide my rover,
As on his neck I fondly hung.

But all thy vows to me are broken,
And thou hast sought a richer bride;
Thy name must ne'er by me be spoken;
My sorrow must be hush'd by pride.

Before the altar thou hast plighted
The faith which once thou gav'st to me;