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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 365 |
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The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms; The lovely stranger stands confest
A maid in all her charms.
" And, ah ! forgive a stranger rude, A wretch forlorn," she cried;
"Whose feet, unhallowed thus intrude Where heaven and you reside.
" But let a maid thy pity share,
Whom love has taught to stray;
Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
" My father lived beside the Tyne,
A wealthy lord was he; And all his wealth was marked as mine,—
He had but only me.
" To win me from his tender arms, Unnumbered suitors came ;
Who praised me for imputed charms, And felt, or feigned, a flame.
" Each hour a mercenary crowd With richest proffers strove j
Among the rest young Edwin bowed, But never talked of love.
" In humble, simplest habit clad, No wealth or power had he;
Wisdom and worth were all he had, But these wejre all to me. |
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