And thou hast sworn that never more
Thy heart shall bow to passion’s spell;
But ever sadly ponder o’er
The anguish of our last farewell!
Yet, as you still are in your teens—
I say, “tell that to the Marines!”
And still perchance thy faithful heart
May pine, and break, when I am gone!
While bitter tears, unbidden, start,
As oft thou musest—sad and lone!