MINE AIN DEAR
SOMEBODY. Air—“Were
I oblig’d to beg.” ___ WHEN gloamin’ treads the heels o’ day, And
birds sit courin’ on the spray, Alang
the flow’ry hedge I stray To meet mine ain
dear somebody. The
scented brier, the fragrant bean, The
clover bloom, the dewy green, A’
charm me, as I rove at e’en, To meet mine ain
dear somebody. Let
warriors prize the hero’s name, Let
mad ambition tow’r for fame, I’m
happier in my lowly hame, Obscurely blest
wi’ somebody. |