A Song In Vain You Tell Your Parting Lover

In vain you tell your parting lover

You wish fair winds may waft him over

Alas! what winds can happy prove

That bear me far from what I love?

Alas! what dangers on the main

Can equal those that I sustain

From slighted vows and cold disdain?

Be gentle, and in pity choose

To wish the wildest tempests loose,

That thrown again upon the coast

Where first my shipwreck'd heart was lost,

I may once more repeat my pain,

Once more in dying notes complain

Of slighted vows and cold disdain.