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THEN, FARE THEE WELL.
THEN, fare thee well, my own dear love,
Had we but known, since first we met,
we've never seen One glimpse of pleasure's ray But still there came some cloud between, And chas'd it all away, dear love! And chas'd it all away! Yet e'en could those sad moments last Far dearer to my heart Were hours of grief, together past, Than years of mirth apart, dear love! Than years of mirth apart.
Farewell-our hope was born in fears,
y to the
---, in London to the
in Dublin 219
A PACKET OF POEMS.
The Christening of Dunleary
Lord Mayor of Dublin by the Ducheses of
The Keenan, or Farewell Irish Cry
Peace be around thee