Farewell ! farewell ! my ever dear !
Although to part must be our lot ;
Oh wipe away the starting tear,
And think of the Forget-me-not

Last night we sat in yonder bower -
We walk'd beside that lowly grot-
We pluck'd a lovely simple flower,
The brilliant blue Forget-me-not.

And when in distant lands I roam,
Far from this dear and hallow'd spot,
And exile from my native home,
Oh ! think of the Forget-me-not.

When I return in happier hour,
And visit thy beloved cot,
Again we'll walk and pluck that flower,
The Lover's flower-Forget-me-not.