Forget not, oh! forget not me,
I ne'er shall cease to think of thee,
Oh! never,—never!
While yet the life-blood fills my veins,
While yet my lyre pours forth its strains,
For thee this pulse alone shall beat,
For thee that lyre its lays repeat,
And never find a theme more sweet,
No, never,—never!

By all those wond'rous charms of thine,
By thy soft heart, destroy not mine,
Oh! never,—never!
By the dark glances of thy eye,
By thy sweet smile's bland witchery,
By all those shining locks which rest
Upon that gently heaving breast,
Like halcyons on their billowy nest,
Forget me never!

Forget not love,—forget not truth,
And plighted vows of earliest youth,
Oh! never,—never!
A heart that fondly trusted thee,
Blessings breath'd oft, and fervently;
Thoughts ever studious thine to please,
And folded hands, and bended knees;
Forget not, oh! forget not these,
No, never,—never!