Classic Poem

I.

There 's a difference in fact betwixt a promise and an act,
And I'll tell you the reason why —
An act can't betray — tho' I own a promise may,
Yet I hope neither you nor I.

CHORUS.

Let thy cares and thy fears go hang, go hang,
Let thy doubts and thy sorrows drown;
Give but my bosom love enough,
And my heart is all thine own, dear girl,
And my heart is all thine own.

II.

Tho' sometimes I rove, like a bee in a grove,
And my flights were a little too wild,
Yet I fix from this hour, on that sweet fancy flower,
That blooms on your cheek when you smile.
Let thy cares and thy fears, &c.

III.

This world I approve as the region of love,
And I care not one fig for't beside;
The sports of the whole, the most dear to my soul,
Are those which the Gods doth provide.

CHORUS.

Let thy cares and thy fears go hang, go hang,
Let thy doubts and thy sorrows drown;
Give but my bosom love enough,
And my heart is all thine own, dear girl,
And my heart is all thine own.