DINO, WE NEVER MENTION HER.
 Oh no, we never mention her, Her name is never heard Ny lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word. From sport to sport they hurry me 0 nanish my regret, And when they win smile from me They think that forget. They bid me seek in change ofscene The charms that others see, But were in some foreign land, They would find no change in me. lis true that behold no more The valley where we met, l do not sec the wthorn tree, But how can forget. For oh there are so many things Recall the past to me The breeze upon the sunny hills, The pillows on the sea The rosy tint that decks the sky Before the sun Is set, Aye, every leaf look upon Forbids me to forget. They tell me she is happy now, The gayest of the gay They hint that she forgets me now, But heed not what they say. Perhaps like me she struggles with Each feeling of regret, But if she loves as do love She never will forget.