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Maid of Shehawken, kind and true, / I sing a fond farewell, / But, maiden, though I sing adieu, / My love I cannot tell -- / My love I cannot tell to thee / For parting gives me pain, / Oh may I in the days to be / Meet with thee once again.
Maid of Shehawken, sweet and fair, / Accept my humble praise, / And may thy path be free from care, / Full happy be thy days, / And ever mid the lure of life / Where e'er thy lot may be, / In pleasant paths or weary strife -- / Remember, I love thee.