 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THERE'S NO SUCH GIRL AS MINE.
Oh! there's no such girl as mine
In all the wide world round;
With her hair of golden twine,
And her voice of silver sound.
Her eyes are as black as the sloes,
And quick is her ear so fine,
And her breath is as sweet as the rose,
There's no such girl as mine!
In all the wide world round;
With her hair of golden twine,
And her voice of silver sound.
Her eyes are as black as the sloes,
And quick is her ear so fine,
And her breath is as sweet as the rose,
There's no such girl as mine!
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Her spirit so sweetly flows,
Unconscious winner of hearts,
There's a smile wherever she goes,
There's a sigh wherever she parts;
A blessing she wins from the poor,
To court her the rich all incline,
She's welcome at every door—
O there's no such girl as mine!
Unconscious winner of hearts,
There's a smile wherever she goes,
There's a sigh wherever she parts;
A blessing she wins from the poor,
To court her the rich all incline,
She's welcome at every door—
O there's no such girl as mine!
She's light to the banquet hall,
She's balm to the couch of care,
In sorrow—in mirth—in all
She takes her own sweet share.
Enchanting the many abroad,
At home doth she brightest shine,
'Twere endless her worth to laud—
There's no such girl as mine!
She's balm to the couch of care,
In sorrow—in mirth—in all
She takes her own sweet share.
Enchanting the many abroad,
At home doth she brightest shine,
'Twere endless her worth to laud—
There's no such girl as mine!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |