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I WILL NOT GIVE MY HEART AWAY.
I will not give my heart away;
I am too proud, I don't deny it;
And so, whatever you may say,
I will not give it—you must buy it!
It is not gold—it is not land—
Nor name, nor fame, nor high degree;
But if, indeed, you wish my hand,
I'll tell you what the price shall be!
I am too proud, I don't deny it;
And so, whatever you may say,
I will not give it—you must buy it!
It is not gold—it is not land—
Nor name, nor fame, nor high degree;
But if, indeed, you wish my hand,
I'll tell you what the price shall be!
And first, the House,—I'd have it good;
And furnished nobly, of the best!—
Its inward worth well understood,
Its soundness equal to the test!
I'd have it warm in every part;
In every trial, firm as well;
If that House is to be your Heart,
And in that Heart I am to dwell!
And furnished nobly, of the best!—
Its inward worth well understood,
Its soundness equal to the test!
I'd have it warm in every part;
In every trial, firm as well;
If that House is to be your Heart,
And in that Heart I am to dwell!
Oh! some with counterfeits will try,
Before with Love's true gold they'll part;
They think, but once deceive the eye,
'T is easy to deceive the heart!
But with no counterfeits, though new,
And bravely gilt, will I be caught;
Though glittering brighter than the true,
With no such coin will I be bought,
Before with Love's true gold they'll part;
They think, but once deceive the eye,
'T is easy to deceive the heart!
But with no counterfeits, though new,
And bravely gilt, will I be caught;
Though glittering brighter than the true,
With no such coin will I be bought,
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Give me the heart that's rich in worth,
Although in worldly riches poor;
The want of fortune upon earth
Is not the worst want we endure!
The want of feeling—temper—trust—
The want of truth, when hearts are sought,
Gold, linked to these, is worse than dust,
With no such gold will I be bought.
Although in worldly riches poor;
The want of fortune upon earth
Is not the worst want we endure!
The want of feeling—temper—trust—
The want of truth, when hearts are sought,
Gold, linked to these, is worse than dust,
With no such gold will I be bought.
No: 't is not gold—it is not land—
Nor name, nor fame, nor high degree;
But if, indeed, you wish my hand,
I've told you what the price shall be.
Nor name, nor fame, nor high degree;
But if, indeed, you wish my hand,
I've told you what the price shall be.
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