what bursting anguish tears my heart;
from thee, my jeany, must i part!
thou, weeping, answ'rest—“no!”
alas! misfortune stares my face,
and points to ruin and disgrace,
i for thy sake must go!
thee, hamilton, and aiken dear,
a grateful, warm adieu:
i, with a much-indebted tear,
shall still remember you!
all hail then, the gale then,
wafts me from thee, dear shore!
it rustles, and whistles
i'll never see thee more!