Stephen Foster — Wilt Thou Be Gone Love?

[JULIET] Wilt thou be gone, wilt thou be gone, love, gone, love, from me? Stay! 'tis the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree Deem not 'tis the Lark, love; day is not yet near Believe me, 'tis the Nightingale whose song hath piered thine ear Wilt thou be gone, wilt thou be gone, love, wilt thou be gone from me? Stay! 'tis the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree Love, 'tis the Nightingale, love, 'tis the Nightingalе, love 'tis the Nightingale that sings in yondеr tree Wilt thou be gone, wilt thou be gone, love, gone, love, from me gone, love, from me? Wilt thou be gone, wilt thou be gone, love, wilt thou be gone from me? Stay! 'tis the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree Love, 'tis the Nightingale, love, 'tis the Nightingale, love, 'tis the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree Wilt thou be gone, wilt thou be gone, love, gone, love, from me gone, love, from me? [ROMEO] I must be gone, love, I must be gone from thee 'Tis not the nightingale that sings in yonder tree 'Tis the Lark, 'tis the Lark, 'tis the Lark, 'tis the Lark, love, that sings in yonder tree I must be gone, I must be gone, love, gone, love from thee gone, love, from thee It is the Lark, the herald of the morn, love; no Nightingale See! the clouds are bright'ning, the stars are growing pale Day is on yon mountain top that veils the eastern sky I must be gone and live, love, or stay with thee and die I must be gone, I must be gone, love, I must be gone from thee 'Tis not the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree 'Tis the Lark, 'tis the Lark, 'tis the Lark, 'tis the Lark, love, that sings in yonder tree I must be gone, I must be gone, love, I must be gone, love, from thee