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And it's umph! umph! what can the matter be,
Umph! umph! what can the matter be,-(Twice.)
Ephraim, thou'rt going astray. Yea, marvellous 'twas, when mine eyes first went roving,
From meek sister Sarah toward's vanity moving,
I found a profane one it was I was loving;
'Tis truth, &c.
'Twas folly's vain garment, the maid
'Tis truth. &c.
When I yea and nay ever pronounce to deceive her,
May I bow down my body to take off
I would cherish the maiden for ever
And 'tis hump! hump! what can the
I verily long to know what will the matter be,
When she is bone of my bone.
O! WHEREFORE WEEP, MY SISTER DEAR.
O! WHEREFORE weep my sister dear, For truth and innocence are thine? O' cloud not with a falling tear
A cheek where artless graces shine; Let other's weep, remorse who fear, But weep not thou, my sister dear
I love thee well, my sister fair,
Thy bosom does my love return, Thy sorrows, then, O! let me share,
I cannot bear to see thee mourn; Let others weep, reproof who fear, But weep not thou my sister dear.
My sister dear, O! smile once more, I love to see thy laughing eye: My comfort in thy smiles restore,
And thine my music shall supply,
WILT THOU MEET ME THERE LOVE!
WHERE as dewy twilight lingers
While the rapid swallow's flying,
And each distant murmur dying, Leaves alone around us sighing,
Wilt thou meet me there, love? Where as dewy twilight lingers, &c
Where soft gales from beds of flowers,
Sweet as eastern maidens' bowers,
Where soft gales, from beds of flow.
While the bird of love is singing, Liquid notes around us flinging, Rapture to the full heart bringing, Wilt thou meet me there, love? Where as the dewy twilight lingers, &c
I'M SADDEST WHEN I SING
You think I have a merry heart,
I heard them first in that sweet home
And now, each song of joy, has got
Of all the friends I used to love,
It's faithful voice still seem to be
My tears when I bend over it,
OH NO! WE NEVER MENTION HER
Он, no! we never mention her,
They bid me seek in change of scene
They'd find no change in me. 'Tis true that I behold no more
The valley where we met;
They tell me she is happy now—
They hint that she forgets me now.