The Quadroon Girl To Her Lover

Melody - G.C. Howard, 1854

G.C. Howard, 1854

I will still preserve my fame,
Whips shall never conquor me,
Tho' I sink and writhe in pain,
I'm devoted still to thee;
Let the arch seducer come
With his dark and fiendish spell,
One sweet sentence 'scapes my tongue,
Richard, fare thee well.
Must I never see thee more,
Lover of this wretched heart?
Hard the fate which we deplore,
Doom'd for ever thus to part;
Snares surround me, but in vain,
That will fail my soul to quell,
Yet ere madness racks my brain,
Richard, fare thee well.

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