Eliza, tell thy lover why br Or what induced thee to deceive me? br Fare thee well--away I fly-- br I shun the lass who thus will grieve me. br br br Eliza, still thou art my song, br Although by force I may forsake thee; br Fare thee well, for I was wrong br To woo thee while another take thee. br br br Eliza, pause and think a while-- br Sweet lass! I shall forget thee never: br Fare thee well! although I smile, br I grieve to give thee up forever. br br br Eliza, I shall think of thee-- br My heart shall ever twine about thee; br Fare thee well--but think of me, br Compell'd to live and die without thee.