William Leggett (1801–1839)

THE TEAR which thou upbraidest,

Thy falsehood taught to flow;

The misery which thou madest,

My cheek hath blighted so:

The charms, alas! that won me,

I never can forget,

Although thou hast undone me,

I own I love thee yet.

Go, seek the happier maiden

Who lured thy love from me;

My heart with sorrow laden

Is no more prized by thee:

Repeat the vows you made me,

Say, swear thy love is true;

Thy faithless vows betray’d me,

They may betray her too.

But no! may she ne’er languish

Like me in shame and wo;

Ne’er feel the throbbing anguish

That I am doom’d to know!

The eye that once was beaming

A tale of love for thee,

Is now with sorrow streaming,

For thou art false to me.