 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
EVELEEN.
There's not a charm that hath a dwelling
On the land or on the sea,
But my fancy's fondly telling
To my heart, 'tis like to thee;
The sea-bird bright,
In dazzling flight
When circling round my boat I've seen,
Its snowy wings
To mem'ry brings
The soft fair neck of Eveleen.
On the land or on the sea,
But my fancy's fondly telling
To my heart, 'tis like to thee;
The sea-bird bright,
In dazzling flight
When circling round my boat I've seen,
Its snowy wings
To mem'ry brings
The soft fair neck of Eveleen.
When the moonbeam on the billow,
Sleeping o'er the deep, I've seen—
Like to beauty on her pillow—
Then I've thought of Eveleen.
But her splendour
Is less tender
Than some eyes that I have seen;
Deep as ocean
My devotion,
For the lovely Eveleen.
Sleeping o'er the deep, I've seen—
Like to beauty on her pillow—
Then I've thought of Eveleen.
But her splendour
Is less tender
Than some eyes that I have seen;
Deep as ocean
My devotion,
For the lovely Eveleen.
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True love never was erratic;
He hath wings—but hath not flown.
True love ne'er was democratic;
He must always reign alone.
Could affection
Make election,
Could my heart but choose its queen,
One girl alone
Should have the throne,
And her sweet name is Eveleen.
He hath wings—but hath not flown.
True love ne'er was democratic;
He must always reign alone.
Could affection
Make election,
Could my heart but choose its queen,
One girl alone
Should have the throne,
And her sweet name is Eveleen.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |