SONG
These
words
were
written
to
a
Welsh
tune
about
to
be
published
by
Mr.
Thomson
of
Edinburgh
,
(
the
editor
of
a
very
valuable
collection
of
Scotch
airs
,
)
along
with
several
other
Welsh
tunes
;
with
symphonies
and
accompaniments
by
Haydn
,
composed
in
his
best
manner
.
YES
,
thou
art
changed
since
first
we
met
,
But
think
not
I
shall
e'er
regret
,
Though
never
can
my
heart
forget
,
The
charms
that
once
were
thine
:
For
,
Marian
,
well
the
cause
I
know
That
stole
the
lustre
from
thine
eye
;
That
proved
thy
beauty's
secret
foe
,
And
bade
thy
bloom
and
spirits
fly
:
What
laid
thy
health
,
my
Marian
,
low
,
Was
anxious
care
of
mine
.
O'er
my
sick
couch
I
saw
thee
bend
The
duteous
wife
,
the
tender
friend
,
And
each
capricious
wish
attend
With
soft
,
incessant
care
.
Then
trust
me
,
love
,
that
pallid
face
Can
boast
a
sweeter
charm
for
me
,
A
truer
,
tenderer
,
dearer
grace
Than
blooming
health
bestowed
on
thee
;
....
For
there
thy
well-tried
love
I
see
,
And
read
my
blessings
there
.