THE FAITHFUL LOVER
He has acres and crops and a mansion and cattle,
And a proud name well honoured on old fields of battle;
With his gold locks, his blue eyes, his smile true and tender,
'Tis to him many a young maid her love would surrender,
For sunshine or shadow.
And a proud name well honoured on old fields of battle;
With his gold locks, his blue eyes, his smile true and tender,
'Tis to him many a young maid her love would surrender,
For sunshine or shadow.
Now sleep, my sweet sorrow, as a babe with its mother
On the breast that shall know not the child of another.
Go bid my young sister, with eyes gay and fearless,
To comfort this young man for a cold heart and cheerless,
The heart of a widow.
On the breast that shall know not the child of another.
Go bid my young sister, with eyes gay and fearless,
To comfort this young man for a cold heart and cheerless,
The heart of a widow.
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