Thomas Moore

May 28, 1780 - Feb 26, 1852


Mary, I Believed Thee True

by Thomas Moore

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,
Oh! I have loved thee too sincerely!
And few have e'er deceived like thee,
Alas! deceived me too severely!
Fare thee well!

Fare thee well, yet think a while
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!

Fare thee well! I'll think of thee,
Thou leav'st me many a bitter token;
For see, distracting woman! see,
My peace is gone, my heart is broken!
Fare thee well!


The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
Copyright undated, very old
The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.