 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE POOR BLIND BOY.
A maid, with a heart that could feel,
Met a poor little beggar one day,
Who, in strains full of woe, did appeal,
As he wander'd alone by the way;
A light hazel wand in his hand,
He in finding his way did employ,
As he cried, “Oh, pity, pity,
Oh! pity the poor blind boy!”
Met a poor little beggar one day,
Who, in strains full of woe, did appeal,
As he wander'd alone by the way;
A light hazel wand in his hand,
He in finding his way did employ,
As he cried, “Oh, pity, pity,
Oh! pity the poor blind boy!”
With a tear she bestowed him relief,
And sighing, she turned to depart;
When the boy, with the air of a thief,
Cried, “Stand, and deliver—your heart!”
His staff was soon changed to a bow,
Which, we know, is a dangerous toy
In the hands of a certain urchin
Who, they say, is a poor blind boy.
And sighing, she turned to depart;
When the boy, with the air of a thief,
Cried, “Stand, and deliver—your heart!”
His staff was soon changed to a bow,
Which, we know, is a dangerous toy
In the hands of a certain urchin
Who, they say, is a poor blind boy.
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This beggar boy, bold in his theft,
Stole her heart and bewildered her head,
And the maiden in anguish he left,
For his rags turned to wings—and he fled;
So, ladies, beware of all youths
Who begging petitions employ,
And cry, “Pity, pity, pity,
Oh pity your poor blind boy!”
Stole her heart and bewildered her head,
And the maiden in anguish he left,
For his rags turned to wings—and he fled;
So, ladies, beware of all youths
Who begging petitions employ,
And cry, “Pity, pity, pity,
Oh pity your poor blind boy!”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |