 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
WHEN AND WHERE.
“Oh, tell me when and tell me where
Am I to meet with thee, my fair?”
“I'll meet thee in the secret night,
When stars are beaming gentle light,
Enough for love, but not too bright
To tell who blushes there.”
Am I to meet with thee, my fair?”
“I'll meet thee in the secret night,
When stars are beaming gentle light,
Enough for love, but not too bright
To tell who blushes there.”
“You've told me when, now tell me where,
Am I to meet with thee, my fair?”
“I'll meet thee in that lovely place,
Where flow'rets dwell in sweet embrace,
And zephyr comes to steal a grace
To shed on the midnight air.”
Am I to meet with thee, my fair?”
“I'll meet thee in that lovely place,
Where flow'rets dwell in sweet embrace,
And zephyr comes to steal a grace
To shed on the midnight air.”
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“You've told me when, and told me where,
But tell me how I'll know thou'rt there?”
“Thou'lt know it when I sing the lay
That wandering boys on organs play,
No lover, sure, can miss his way,
When led by this signal air.”
But tell me how I'll know thou'rt there?”
“Thou'lt know it when I sing the lay
That wandering boys on organs play,
No lover, sure, can miss his way,
When led by this signal air.”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |