You say I have forgot the vow
I breath'd in days long past;
But had I faithful been, that thou
Hadst loved me to the last.
_Without_ me, e'en a throne thou'dst scorn--
_With_ me, contented beg!
False maid! 'tis not that I'm forsworn,--
The boot's on t'other leg.
Amidst the revel thou wast gay,
The blithest with the song!
Though thou believ'dst me far away,
An exile at Boulogne.
'Twas then, and not till then, my heart
To love thee did refuse;
My vows became (false that thou art!)--
Another pair of shoes!
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