A favorite Song, sung by Mr Incledon at the Bath concerts. Composed by Sigr. Rauzzini.

Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer

The topsail fills, the waving bark unmoors,
Adieu, dear isle, I fly thy charming shore.
Where oft, alas, attention fondly strove
In Delia's heart to trace her Henry's love.

Go, gentle gale, ah waft my parting sigh,
Fraught with the anguish of a heart that dies.
Breathe all the sorrows of a sad adieu,
Then swiftly speed me from the siren's view.

And thou sweet soother, whose responsive strain
Returns each sigh with echoes, and echoes ev'ry pain,
O hear this poignant pang; these pangs of wild despair
And softly sigh them to the cruel fair.