Moonrise AND YOU

Away, away, from the
bower of her favorite,

Where you enjoyed coming
in the evening time,

A smile on the flower, a
silver leaf, a smile on the flower,

And so playfully
check the scene!

Back,
away! Away!
The maid you
are looking for

A dark eye, and
a pale, pale cheek!

As everybody talks of the
lonely walk and the roses,

While their heads
are hanging so mournfully!