by William Smyth (1765 - 1849)

When she came ben she bobbit
Language: English 
Oh! was I to blame to love him!
Oh! was I to blame to love him!
So gallant, so kind, --
I could not be blind, --
I was not to blame to love him.

My heart it may break with sorrow,
My heart it may break with sorrow,
'Tis lost for his sake,
No complaint will I make,
My heart it may break with sorrow.

Oh! saw you yon tree's sweet blossom,
Oh! saw you yon tree's sweet blossom,
Like me to your sight
It fades with the blight,
Yet blame not the love or the blossom.

O pride of my heart! I love thee,
O pride of my heart! I love thee;
The zephyr, -- the sky,
May alter -- not I, --
I was not to blame to love thee.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-03-06
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Word count: 128