The Last Parting. Poem by Samuel Bamford

And hast thou spoke the word Farewell?
My beauty, my adored;
And hast thou spoke the word Farewell?
My beauty, my adored;
Mine agony no tongue can tell
For thee, my own adored,
Ah! did I love indeed too well?
The angel I adored.

We met beneath the greenwood shade,
My beauty, my adored;
We met beneath the greenwood shade,
My beauty, my adored;
A garland of sweet flowers I made
For thee, my own adored,
And till the break of day we stay'd
Within those bowers, adored.

But darkness was upon thine eye,
My beauty, my adored;
But darkness was upon thine eye,
My beauty, my adored!
Sad anguish burst with every sigh
From thee, my own adored,
And fondly, yet how tearfully,
Thou spake to thine adored.

We meet no more, we meet no more,
Within this world, adored;
We meet no more, we meet no more,
Within this world, adored;
There's heaven above, and earth before,
For thee and me, adored,
But though our dreams of bliss are o'er,
Thou still shall be adored.

And is it thus at last we part,
My beauty, my adored;
And is it thus at last we part,
My beauty, my adored;
Thy tears upon my broken heart,
My beauty, my adored,
To die were better than to part
From thee, mine own adored.

To regions 'neath the solar ray,
I wander, my adored;
To regions 'neath the solar ray,
I wander, my adored;
O'er desert wild, and howling sea,
Afar from thee, adored,
He fears not further misery,
Who's lost his own adored.

Then, fare thee well; Oh! fare thee well,
My beauty, my adored;
Then, fare thee well; Oh! fare thee well;
My beauty, my adored;
Mine agony no tongue can tell
For thee, mine own adored,
Ah! did love indeed too well?
The angel I adored.