 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
OH! ONCE I HAD LOVERS.
Oh! once I had lovers in plenty,
When a colleen I lived in the glen;
I kill'd fifty before I was twenty—
How happy the moments flew then!
Then winter I ne'er could discover,
For Love brighten'd Time's dusky wing;—
Oh! when ev'ry new month brought a lover,
The year it seem'd always like spring.
When a colleen I lived in the glen;
I kill'd fifty before I was twenty—
How happy the moments flew then!
Then winter I ne'er could discover,
For Love brighten'd Time's dusky wing;—
Oh! when ev'ry new month brought a lover,
The year it seem'd always like spring.
But Cupid's more delicate pinion,
Could never keep up with Old Time;
So the grey-beard assumes his dominion,
When the mid-day of life rings its chime:
Then gather, when morning is shining,
Some flow'r while the bright moments last,
Which closely around the heart twining,
Will live when the summer is past!
Could never keep up with Old Time;
So the grey-beard assumes his dominion,
When the mid-day of life rings its chime:
Then gather, when morning is shining,
Some flow'r while the bright moments last,
Which closely around the heart twining,
Will live when the summer is past!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |