Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 3, September 1852

by Various

[Second Voice Tenor]

Fare, fare thee well! Land of the free: No tongue can tell the love I

bear to thee. Fare, fare thee well!

Land of the free, No tongue can tell the love I bear to thee.

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We wreathe the bowl to drink a gay good bye

For tears would fall unbidden in the wine,

And while reflected was the mournful eye,

The sparkling surface e’en would cease to shine.

Then fare, fare well;