 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE CHAMELEON.
Lady I would woo thee,
But I scarce know how;
Mirth seems sister to thee
With that sunny brow;
But while flushed with gladness,
See, a passing shade
Casts a transient sadness
O'er my smiling maid.
But I scarce know how;
Mirth seems sister to thee
With that sunny brow;
But while flushed with gladness,
See, a passing shade
Casts a transient sadness
O'er my smiling maid.
Lady I would woo thee
When I hear thee sigh,
But, while whispering to thee,
Mirth is in thine eye;
Oh! how bright the flashes—
Lustre through the shade
Of the dewy lashes
Of my tearful maid.
When I hear thee sigh,
But, while whispering to thee,
Mirth is in thine eye;
Oh! how bright the flashes—
Lustre through the shade
Of the dewy lashes
Of my tearful maid.
Smiling, love, or weeping,
Call me to thy side,
Love will then be keeping
Watch around my bride:
I'd ne'er ask the morrow
What my fate might be,
So the joy, or sorrow,
Might be shared with thee!
Call me to thy side,
Love will then be keeping
Watch around my bride:
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What my fate might be,
So the joy, or sorrow,
Might be shared with thee!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |