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,
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,
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