A Love Song

My Mary's eyes — my Mary's eyes —
What would I give, to be where they
Are looking blue as summer skies,
And shedding joy with ev'ry ray?

And then her little rosy lip,
That breathes my name with such a grace,
If I could now its nectar sip,
T'would brighten up this lonely place.

There's music in her roughest tone,
There's magic in her ev'ry motion.
I'd rather be with her alone,
Than sailing on this tedious ocean.

Oh! could I fold her to my breast,
And feel her arms my neck entwine,
I'm sure I'd be so nearly blest
I would not, for a week, repine.

Perhaps you'll think, so warms my song,
That I some naughty tricks have taught her —
But Mary is but two feet long ,
My smiling, darling, blue eyed, daughter .

My Mary's eyes — my Mary's eyes —
What would I give, to be where they
Are looking blue as summer skies,
And shedding joy with ev'ry ray?

And then her little rosy lip,
That breathes my name with such a grace,
If I could now its nectar sip,
T'would brighten up this lonely place.

There's music in her roughest tone,
There's magic in her ev'ry motion.
I'd rather be with her alone,
Than sailing on this tedious ocean.

Oh! could I fold her to my breast,
And feel her arms my neck entwine,
I'm sure I'd be so nearly blest
I would not, for a week, repine.

Perhaps you'll think, so warms my song,
That I some naughty tricks have taught her —
But Mary is but two feet long ,
My smiling, darling, blue eyed, daughter .
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