Love, [an]1 if there be one, Come my love to be, My love is for the one Loving unto me. Not for me the show, love, Of a gilded bliss; Only thou must know, love, What my value is. If in all the earth, love, Thou hast none but me, This shall be my worth, love: To be cheap to thee. But, if so thou ever Strivest to be free, 'Twill be my endeavour To be dear to thee. So shall I have plea, love, Is thy heart and breath Clinging still to thee, love, In the doom of death.
Four Lyrics
Song Cycle by Alicia Adélaïda Needham (1863 - 1945)
?. Lorna Doone's song  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- possibly by Richard Doddridge Blackmore (1825 - 1900), no title, appears in Lorna Doone : a Romance of Exmoor, chapter XVI; referred to in the text as an "ancient song"., first published 1869
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Total word count: 100