WHEN THE MOON SHINES BRIGHTLY.
I
Lightly, nightly, when the moon shines brightly,
Wander under yon acacia boughs;
There love, hear love that to me thou'rt dear, love,
Fly not, why not say you'll trust my vows?
If you shun me, you've undone me,
With the cruel smile that won me!
II
Meet me, greet me, and with kind words treat me.
Frown not, drown not little love in tears!
Take me, make me blest, and ne'er forsake me,
Treasure pleasure up for future years.
I will never from thee sever,
Daily loving more than ever.