Since, Moggy, I Mun Bid Adieu, How Can I Help Despairing? Let Cruel Fate Us Still Pursue, There'S Nought More Worth My Caring. 'Twas She Alone Could Calm My Soul When Racking Thoughts Did Grieve Me; Her Eyes My Trouble Could Control, And Into Joys Deceive Me. Farewell Ye Brooks! No More Along Your Banks Mun I Be Walking; No More You'll Hear My Pipe Or Song, Or Pretty Moggy'S Talking. But I By Death An End Will Give To Grief Since We Mun Sever; For Who Can After Parting Live, Ought To Be Wretched Ever.