Lost Lost Lost Is My Quiet for Ever

Lost, lost, lost is my quiet for ever
Since Henry has left me to mourn
To forget him how vain my endeavour
Alas! will he never return?
Ah! Welladay! Welladay!
Ah! Welladay!
Lost, lost, lost is my quiet for ever
Since Henry has left me to mourn.

Still Memory pictures him near me,
Still loves on his image to dwell
And kindly attentive to chear me
She tells of his tender farewell.
Yet ah! Welladay! Lost is my quiet for ever
Since Henry has left me to mourn.

Yet Ah! sure he could never deceive me,
Ah! sure he was loth to depart,
And fondly unwilling to leave me
His tenderness flow'd from his heart.
Yet ah! well-a-day! Lost is my quiet for ever
Since Henry has left me to mourn.

But, if feign'd were his tears and his anguish
And he for another can sigh,
Not long I unpitied shall languish
But pray for his welfare—and die.
For ah! well-a-day! Lost is my quiet for ever
Since Henry has left me to mourn.