I am forsaken for another,
All on with golden store.
Fare you well, mother and father,
I am despised because I am poor.
We have lived and loved in childhood,
And vowed we would never part;
Spent many hours in the wild woods,
Where she nearly broke my heart.
Then came a wealthy stranger,
All from a foreign shore;
And soon he gained her from me,
Because I am poor.
When wed, the bells were ringing,
And the carriages they passed by
The lads; and last she smiled,
With a tear beneath her eye.
Fare you well, false girl of the ocean,
We will part us for evermore;
And loving with devotion,
And scorned because I am poor.
Never more will I behold her,
Nor hear her sweet voice again;
I am going to 'list for a soldier,
To die on the battle plain.
My sorrow shall never distress her,
Nor happiness in store;
But while I live I will bless her,
I am scorned because I am poor.
THE BROWN GIRL.
"O mother, O mother, come read this to me,
And regulate all as one,
Whether I shall wed fair Ellinter or no,
Or fetch you the brown girl home."
"Fair Ellinter she has houses and wealth,
The brown girl she has none;
But before I am charged with that blessing,
Go fetch me the brown girl home."
