Fly From The World, O Bessie, To Me - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Fly from the World, O Bessie, to Me. Copyright, 1898, by John J. Hagan. Poetry by Thomas Moore. Melody by John J. Hagan. 
Fly from the world, O Bessy, to me. Thou wilt never find any sincerer; I'll give up the world, O Bessy, for thee; I can never meet any that's dearer. Then tell me no more, with a tear and a sigh, That our loves will be censured by many; All, all have their follies, and who will deny That ours is the sweetest of any. 
Chorus. Then tell me no more, with a tear and a sigh, That our love will be censured by many, All, all have their follies, and who will deny That ours Is the sweetest of any. 
When your lips have met mine in communion so sweet, Have you felt as if virtue forbid it? Have we felt as if heaven denied them to meet? No, rather 'twas heaven that did it. So innocent, love, is the Joy we then sip, So little of wrong there is in It That I wish all my errors were lodged on your lip, And I'll kiss them away in a minute.- Chorus.