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John Danby
(c.1757 - 1798)
Fare thee well, thou native vale
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Published by the lyricist, 1795.
Lyrics: William Wennington
Fare thee well, thou native vale,
Where my happier hours were spent;
Farewell dance and song and tale,
Farewell jest and merriment.
Hours of joy, but ah, how few
Infant scenes too quickly fled;
Vanish'd as the morning dew
From the many-spangl'd mead.
Yet, to trace thy varied charms,
Soft Idea lingers still;
Still my breast in prospect warms
Wavy pine or rattling rill.
Still retards the parting sigh,
Anxious trembling on my tongue;
Still recalling infancy,
Tale and jest and dance and song.
Fare thee well, thou native vale,
Where my happier hours were spent;
Farewell dance and song and tale,
Farewell jest and merriment.
Hours of joy, but ah, how few
Infant scenes too quickly fled;
Vanish'd as the morning dew
From the many-spangl'd mead.
Yet, to trace thy varied charms,
Soft Idea lingers still;
Still my breast in prospect warms
Wavy pine or rattling rill.
Still retards the parting sigh,
Anxious trembling on my tongue;
Still recalling infancy,
Tale and jest and dance and song.