OH! REMEMBER THOSE SWEET HOURS.
I
Oh! remember those sweet hours
Pass'd amid Italia's bowers,
Or on Como's tranquil waters,
Singing with her dark-eyed daughters.
Oh! forget not the melodies stealing
From the shore full of sweetness and feeling!
Those indeed were happy times,
When we rov'd in southern climes.
II
Oh! remember the rich lustre
Of the ripe grape's purple cluster,
And the dance and song of pleasure,
When they cull'd the vintage treasure.
Oh! forget not the melodies stealing
From the shore full of sweetness and feeling!
Those indeed were happy times
When we rov'd in southern climes!
