[1] 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!--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! 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!