American Old Time Song Lyrics: 10 Phoebe Dearest

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 10

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Phoebe, dearest, tell, oh, tell me,
May I hope that you'll be mine?
Oh, let no cold frown repel me,
Leave me not in grief to pine.
Tho' 'tis told in homely fashion,
Phoebe, trust the tale I tell;
Ne'er was truer, purer passion,
Than within this heart does dwell.

Long I've watched each rare perfection
Stealing o'er that gentle brow,
Till respect became affection,
Such as that I offer now.
If you love me and will have me,
True I'll be in weal or woe;
If in cold disdain you leave me,
For a soldier I will go.

Little care the broken heart
What, their fate in life may be;
Phoebe, if we once are parted,
Once for ever it will be.
Say then yes, or blindly, madly,
I will rush upon the foe;
And will welcome, oh, how gladly,
Shot or shell that lays me low.
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