 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
OH! WHAT CARE I FOR ANCIENT LORDLY HALL.
Oh! what care I for ancient lordly hall,
Where pride and pomp unjoyous dwell?
An older, prouder home, my own I call—
It is my green and native mountain dell:
Its lofty walls are rais'd by Heav'n's own hand,
Its roof is Heav'n's own blue,
And sparkling stars at night,
In living lustre bright,
Give light at Heav'n's command,
While fairies sip the dew.
Oh! what care I, &c.
Where pride and pomp unjoyous dwell?
An older, prouder home, my own I call—
It is my green and native mountain dell:
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Its roof is Heav'n's own blue,
And sparkling stars at night,
In living lustre bright,
Give light at Heav'n's command,
While fairies sip the dew.
Oh! what care I, &c.
Around our cot behold, in gay festoon,
The rip'ning clusters of the vine,
While winning breezes e'en at burning noon
Hark to the murmur of the whisp'ring pine.
And while we lie beneath its cooling shade,
Our ripe grapes promise wine,
To fill the sparkling cup
With hearty wishes up
To my own blooming maid,
Or faithful friend of mine.
Oh! what care I, &c.
The rip'ning clusters of the vine,
While winning breezes e'en at burning noon
Hark to the murmur of the whisp'ring pine.
And while we lie beneath its cooling shade,
Our ripe grapes promise wine,
To fill the sparkling cup
With hearty wishes up
To my own blooming maid,
Or faithful friend of mine.
Oh! what care I, &c.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |