ng—had i a cave

tune—“rob adair”

had i a cave on wild distant shore,

where the ds howl to the wave&039;s dashg roar:

there would i weep y woes,

there seek y lost repose,

till grief y eyes should close,

ne&039;er to wake ore!

falsest of woankd, can&039;st thou decre

all thy fond, plighted vows fleetg as air!

to thy new lover hie,

ugh o&039;er thy perjury;

then thy bo try

what peace is there!