OH! TEMEMBER THE TIME by THOMAS MOORE

OH! remember the time in La Mancha's shades,
When our moments so blissfully flew;
When you call'd me the flower of Castilian maids,
And I blush'd to be call'd so by you.
When I taught you to warble the gay Seguadille,
And to dance to the light Castanet:
Oh! never, dear youth, let you roam where you will,
The delight of those moments forget.

They tell me you lovers from Erin's green isle,
Every hour a new passion can feel;
And that soon in the light of some lovelier smile,
You'll forget the poor maid of Castile.
But, they know not how brave in the battle you are,
Or they never could think you would rove;
For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war,
That is fondest and truest in love.

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