A favourite Song, sung by Miss Cantelo with the greatest applause at the Concerts, Bath. Composed by Sigr. Rauzzini.

Lyrics: Anon

Silent I tread this lonely wood,
Silent I shed the piteous tear;
No hope to cheer my drooping soul,
Bereft of him I hold most dear.
Still do I seek those dreary shades.
A love-lorn maid the village scorn;
Since Henry won my plighted faith,
Then left me here to sigh forlorn.

Yon mossy bank oft-time recalls
The image of the blooming youth;
'Twas there he stole my easy heart
With vows of constancy and truth.
Faint from her lips her accents flew,
And faintly beamed her eyes so bright;
She sunk upon the mossy bank,
She sunk to everlasting light.