'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming all alone 
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone 
No flower of her kindred
No rose bud is nigh 
To reflect back her blushes
And give sigh for sigh

So soon may I follow
When friendships decay 
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away 
When true hearts lie wither'd
And fond ones are flown 
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone

(Moore / arr. Newton)

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