O yes, believe, believe me true, Though friends to part us may endeavour, The breast, fond breast, that throbs for you, Can leave thee, dearest, leave thee never. O then believe, believe me true, Let come what may, I'll love thee ever; While life is mine I live for you, And nought but death our hearts can sever. HARK! THE HOLLOW WOODS RESOUNDING. HARK! the hollow woods resounding. Now the stag himself defending MY HEART IS WITH THEE. BELOVED of my soul, though this moment is bringing, The feelings of sad disappointment to me, Still hope, smiling hope, in my bosom is springing, Still absent or present my heart is with thee; In crowds, in seclusions, thou still art before me, AT THE DEAD OF NIGHT. Ar the dead of the night, when by whiskey inspir'd, man. I gave her a look, as sly as a thief, Or when hungry I'd view a fine sirloin of beef: And soon was reliev'd from the wet, cold, and mire ; www COME WITH ME, I'LL ROW THEE O'ER. OH! come with me, I'll row thee o'er yon blue and peaceful sea, And while I gently ply the oar renew my vows to thee; I'll bid thee gaze beneath thee, on each reflected star, Then think my soul reflects thee, more true, but brighter far. Then come with me, &c. Oh, could I count the stars above the wild wave's ceaseless swell, My deep, my pure, my boundless love to thee I could not tell, As soon the stars forget to rise, the waves shall cease to flow, Ere my fond heart forgets its sighs or cease to lov thee, no. Then come with me, &c. &c. OH, WAS I TO BLAME TO LOVE HER. Он, was I to blame to love her? Oh, was I to blame to love her ? So gentle, so kind, I could not be blind, My heart it may break with sorrow, My heart it may break with sorrow; "Tis lost for her sake, no complaints will I make, Oh, saw you yon tree's sweet blossom, Like me in thy sight, I will fade with the blight, Oh, pride of my heart, I love thee, The zephyrs, the sky, may change, but not I, YES I'M IN LOVE, I FEEL. YES, I'm in love, I feel it now, The pleasing plague stole on me. "Tis not her face that love creates, "Tis not her air, for sure in that Like any other woman. Her voice, her touch might give th' alarm, FORGET THEE. FORGET thee!-in my banquet hall Or ask the tear that secret falls, The midnight hours, with song and wine, The midnight hours, they still are thine, Forget thee!-in the mirthful dance, Go ask my minstrels, when they breathe With each Parnassian sweet hath wreath'd, Forget thee!-Oh, there is but one Forget thee!-when my funeral urn When winds and storms careering sweep And cypress waves-then turn and weep, DO YOU EVER THINK ON ME, PEG? Do you ever think on me, Peg? When the pork is on the fire, And the sausage in the pan; Do you think I can forget thee, love, Oh, no, I never can! Then, do you, &c. When a corn is on your toe, dear, Which with plaster you are healing, Do you ever think on me, Peg, |