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I Cannot Sing To-Night
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(published by Firth, Pond & Co., N.Y., 1852)
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Kind lady, ask me not to sing
The joys of other days;
Chide not my muse, though she refuse
To bask in Memory’s rays.
I would that all my youthful joys
Could vanish from my sight;
For ah! my heart is very sad:
I cannot sing tonight.
Refrain:
I cannot, I cannot, cannot sing tonight;
For ah! my heart is very sad:
I cannot sing tonight.
Since last we met, ten thousand joys
Have faded from our view;
The magic of our youth has fled,
Our eyes have shed their dew.
Since last we met, ten thousand griefs
On me have spent their might;
But ah! my heart is very sad:
I cannot sing tonight.
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