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The tear fell gently from her eye,

  When last we parted on the shore;

My bosom heav'd with many a sigh,

  To think I ne'er might see her more.

"Dear youth," she cried,

              "and canst thou haste away?

My heart will break; a little moment stay.

Alas, I cannot, I cannot part from thee.

The anchor's weigh'd,

              farewell! remember me."

"Weep not, my love," I trembling said,

  "Doubt not a constant heart like mine;

I ne'er can meet another maid,

  Whose charms can fix

               that heart like thine!"

"Go, then," she cried, "but let thy constant mind

  Oft think of her you leave in tears behind."

"Dear maid, this last embrace my pledge shall be!

The anchor's weigh'd!

                farewell! remember me."