Mary
1
Alas there's no retreating
From the brightness of thy eyes
My heart with love is beating
Then do'nt my love despise
O slight not sweetest Mary
The love I bear to thee
Nor look at all contrary
To the claims of destiny.
2
O let me be the nearest
To your bosom, and your love
I bring a love sincerest
What nature must approve
Alas there's no retreating
From the brightness of thy eyes
My heart with love is beating
Then do'nt my love despise
O slight not sweetest Mary
The love I bear to thee
Nor look at all contrary
To the claims of destiny.
2
O let me be the nearest
To your bosom, and your love
I bring a love sincerest
What nature must approve
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