Willie Winkie and Other Songs and Poems :: :: University of Virginia Library

O Love hath many a transport,
And love hath many a pain,
They chase each other duly
Like sunny hours and rain:
Now my heart with hope is glowing,
Then my eyes with tears run o'er,
Such a lovely, teasing girl is she,
The maid whom I adore.

The Kelvin stream a secret heard
That I will tell to you—
I vow'd that for her own dear sake
The world I'd wander through.

Said she, “You're fond of travelling,
Pray call when you give o'er.”
Such a teasing, lovely girl is she,
The maid whom I adore.

I woo'd her on a summer eve—
As we sat in the grove,
I swore I ne'er would rise till she
Would pledge to me her love.
Said she, “I doubt you'll sit awhile,
I've heard all that before.”
Such a teasing, charming girl is she,
The maid that I adore.

For me that summer had no flow'rs,
Its birds for me no song,
I thought the days would never end,
Nor sleepless nights so long.
The pangs of unrequited love
Did pain my heart full sore,
Such a teasing, cruel girl is she,
The maid that I adore.

When wintry storms obscured the sky,
One night we sat alone—
“I'll wed thee yet,” I said, “my love,
Before the year is gone.”
She kindly turned her pretty cheek,
“Could you not say that before?”
Such a lovely, kind, and teasing girl
Is she whom I adore.