Barring o' the Door/Go, Youth Beloved
Go, Youth beloved!
Go, youth beloved, to distant glades,New friends, new hopes, new joys to find;Yet sometimes deign 'midst fairer maids,To think on hre thou leavest behind.Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share,Must never be my happy lot;But thou may'st grant this humble prayer———Forget me not, forget me not.
Yet should the thought of my distressToo painful to thy feelings be,Heed not the wish I now express,Nor ever deign to think on me.But, oh, if grief thy steps attend,If want, if sickness be thy lot,And thou require a soothing friend,Forget me not. forget me not.