Think not, although I mingle here
Among the gayest of the gay,
That memory never drops a tear
For her, the maiden far away.
This gay demeanour only hides
A heart that wastes with wild regret,
As deepest streams have smoothest tides —
No, no, I never can forget.

Oft when I join the thoughtless throng
Who still to pleasure's temples fly,
From the wild mirth of dance and song
I turn to heave a secret sigh;
For though I've ta'en a last adieu,
Still must the memory linger yet
Of days when I believed her true —
No, no, I never can forget.