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By Cart as I lonesomely stray,
No flower can my fancy excite;
Not all his wild verdure so gay,
Without her, can yield me delight.
Ah, fortune! why art thou severe,
How long will thy frownings divide
This heart from its object so dear,
The lovely sweet lass of Cartside.
No flower can my fancy excite;
Not all his wild verdure so gay,
Without her, can yield me delight.
Ah, fortune! why art thou severe,
How long will thy frownings divide
This heart from its object so dear,
The lovely sweet lass of Cartside.
If destin'd some happier swain,
Shall her that I covet, enjoy,
O let me not live to complain!
Let death every tendon destroy.
But while by a meadow or grove,
The Cart gently rolls in his pride,
May happiness, pleasure, and love,
Attend the sweet lass of Cartside.
Shall her that I covet, enjoy,
O let me not live to complain!
Let death every tendon destroy.
But while by a meadow or grove,
The Cart gently rolls in his pride,
May happiness, pleasure, and love,
Attend the sweet lass of Cartside.
All's Well.Duet.
Deserted by the waning moon,
When skies proclaim night's chearless noon,
On tower, fort, or tented ground,
The sentry walks his lonely round,
And should some footstep haply stray
Where Caution marks the guarded way,
Who goes there? Stranger, quickly tell.
A friend—the word, good-night, all's well.
When skies proclaim night's chearless noon,
On tower, fort, or tented ground,
The sentry walks his lonely round,
And should some footstep haply stray
Where Caution marks the guarded way,
Who goes there? Stranger, quickly tell.
A friend—the word, good-night, all's well.
