The Death of Wolfe/The Girl of My Heart

by John Rannie

For other versions of this work, see The Girl of my Heart.

THE GIRL OF MY HEART.

I have parks, I have grounds,
I have deer, I have hounds,
And for sporting a neat little cottage,
I have youth, I have wealth,
I have strength, I have health,

Yet I mope like a beau in his dotage.
What can I want?—'Tis the girl of my heart,
To share those treasures with me,
For had I the wealth which the Indies impart,
No pleasure would it give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart.
The sweet lovely girl of my heart.

My domain far extends,
And sustains social friends,
Who make music divinely enchanting;
We have balls, we have plays,
We have routs, public days,
And yet still I find something is wanting;
What should it be, but the girl of my heart,
To share those treasures with me!
For had I the wealth which the Indies impart,
No pleasure it would give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart.
Then give me the girl of my heart.

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