Id Offer Thee This Hand Of Mine - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Id Offer Thee this Hand of Mine Song by the late Mme. Parepa-Rosa. 
I'd offer thee this hand of mine, If I could love thee less; But hearts as warm and pure as thine Should never know distress: Myfortune is too hard for thee; Twould chill thy dearest joy; I'd rather weep to see thee free, Than win thee to destroy. 
I leave thee in thy happiness, As one too dear to love, As one I think of but to bless, As wretchedly I rove; But O, when sorrows cup I drink, All bitter though it be, How sweet 'twill be for me to think It holds no drop for thee! 
And now my dreams are sadly o'er; Fate bids them all depart; And I must leave my native short; In brokenness of heart; Then O dear one, when far from thee I ne'er know joy again, I would not that one thought of me Should give thy bosom pain.