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Farewell, guitar! this faltering hand / Will touch thy trembling chords no more. / Far from my lovely, native land, / I languish on a distant shore; / From Grecia's isle forever torn, / A captive exile, now I mourn.
Farewell, guitar! another hand / Will wake thy trembling chords for me, / And in my own dear native land / Recall my favorite melody: / The land where minstrels poured their lays, / Where dwelt the bard of bygone days.
Oh, might I find at last a grave / In thee, my happy, happy isle! / The mournful cypress o'er me wave, / And wild flowers sadly on me smile; / There, bosom friends, and kindred dear / Would to my memory drop a tear.
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