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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 311 |
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AD I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you ; For, tho' your tongue no promise claimed, Your charms would make me true ; Then, lady, dread not here deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong, For friends in all the aged you'll meet, And lovers in the young.
But when they find that you have blessed
Another with your heart, They'll bid aspiring passion rest,
And act a brother's part. Then, lady, dread not here deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong, For friends in all the aged you'll meet,
And brothers in the young.
SONG
I
NE'ER could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip, But where my own did hope to sip. Has the maid who seeks my heart Cheeks of rose, untouched by art ? I will own the color true, When yielding blushes aid their hue. Is her hand so soft and pure? I must press it, to be sure ; Nor can I be certain then, Till it, grateful, press again. |
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