 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
AND DID I UPBRAID YOU?
And did I upbraid you, my love?
Oh pardon a fault I deplore;
For while you thus sweetly reprove,
I feel I can never doubt more.
No—no—no—I shall never doubt you more.
Oh pardon a fault I deplore;
For while you thus sweetly reprove,
I feel I can never doubt more.
No—no—no—I shall never doubt you more.
I own I suspected your truth,
And envied a rival's success;
For jealousy pictured a youth
Whom pity would prompt you to bless.
Whom pity—pity—pity would prompt you to bless.
And envied a rival's success;
For jealousy pictured a youth
Whom pity would prompt you to bless.
Whom pity—pity—pity would prompt you to bless.
And did I upbraid you, my love?
Oh pardon a fault I deplore;
For while you thus sweetly reprove,
I feel I can never doubt more.
No—no—no—I shall never doubt you more.
Oh pardon a fault I deplore;
For while you thus sweetly reprove,
I feel I can never doubt more.
No—no—no—I shall never doubt you more.
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My doubts I now give to the wind,
For Mary is constant and fair,
Though lately I thought her unkind,
And gave myself up to despair.
Despair—despair—despair—and gave myself up to despair.
For Mary is constant and fair,
Though lately I thought her unkind,
And gave myself up to despair.
Despair—despair—despair—and gave myself up to despair.
And did I upbraid you, my love?
Oh pardon a fault I deplore;
For while you thus sweetly reprove,
I feel I can never doubt more,
No—no—no—I shall never doubt you more.
Oh pardon a fault I deplore;
For while you thus sweetly reprove,
I feel I can never doubt more,
No—no—no—I shall never doubt you more.
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |