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30 BLUE GRASS BALLADS
Oh, God! could I have my sweet mother
Forever and ever with me, She, dearest of all—and another,
Whose loved name shall nameless here be— My burden of life and its sorrow,
Would sink in joy's fathomless sea, And bright would come shining each morrow,
A blessing, dear Father, from Thee.
A LOVE SONG.
I love you, my sweetheart; my sweetheart, I love you, And wish I might kiss your bonny, sweet mouth, Down there, 'mid the roses that, dripping with eve-dew Are 'stilling, by moonshine, the balm of the South.
My darling, my sweetheart, the days are so dreary,
And weary the years that drag slowly along, When I am away from the arms of my dearie,
That life is a sigh and the ghost of a song.