Phoebe, Dearest - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
PHOEBE, DEAREST. 
Phoebe, dearest, tell, oh, tell me, May I hope that you'll be mine? Oh, let no cold frown repel me, Leave me not in grief to pine. Tho' 'tis told in homely fashion, Phoebe, trust the tale I tell; Ne'er was truer, purer passion, Than within this heart does dwell. 
Long I've watched each rare perfection Stealing o'er that gentle brow, Till respect became affection, Such as that I offer now. If you love me and will have me, True I'll be in weal or woe; If in cold disdain you leave me, For a soldier I will go. 
Little care the broken heart What, their fate in life may be; Phoebe, if we once are parted, Once for ever it will be. Say then yes, or blindly, madly, I will rush upon the foe; And will welcome, oh, how gladly, Shot or shell that lays me low.