OH! HEAR MY SWEET GUITAR.
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(Spanish Seguidillo.—Arranged by Mr. Horn.)
I
Oh! hear my sweet guitar;—
'Tis like that bird
We oft have heard,
Who all night long
Sings one fond song;—
Thus, Isabel, you are
My constant theme:
Then do not waste the bliss
Of such a night as this,
For clouds too soon
Will veil the moon,
Then calmly dream,
My Isabel.
II
My Isabel, that bird
Sings not alone;
His sweetest tone
Is echoed now,
From yonder bough:
Yes, there a song is heard
Which answers him:
But sad my song must be,
For 'till you answer me.
Though stars are bright,
To me their light
Seems cold and dim,
My Isabel.
