American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 We Met 'twas In A Crowd

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35

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We met -'twas in a crowd-and I thought he would shun me;
He came-I could not breathe; for his eye was upon me;
I spoke-his words were cold, and his smile was unaltered,
I knew how much he felt, for his deep-toned voice faltered.
I wore my bridal robe, and I rivaled its whiteness;
Bright gems were in my hair; how I hated their brightness;
He called me by name-as the bride of another-
Oh, thou hast been the cause of this anguish, my mother.

And once again we met-and a fair girl was near him;
He smiled and whispered low, as I once used to hear him;
She leaned upon his arm-once 'twas mine, and mine only-
I wept-for I deserved to feel wretched and lonely.
And she will be his bride; at the altar he'll give her
The love that was too pure for a heartless deceiver.
The world may think me gay, for my feelings I smother-
Oh, thou hast been the cause of this anguish, my mother.

And now, although he's given those vows to another.
His heart will be mine, still will throb for no other;
And she who hung upon his arm, which was mine and mine only,
For him has no charms; he'll be wretched and lonely-
Farewell to thee-whom this heart only cherished;
Oh, say you forgive ere I lay down und perish;
When you pause o'er my grave-and your feelings you smother -
Forgive, us I now do; oh, forgive my poor mother.
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