One Lovely Name
O
ne lovely name adorns my song,
And, dwelling in the heart,
For ever falters at the tongue,
And trembles to depart.
Forsaken
M
other, I can not mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry;
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I!
No longer could I doubt him true,
All other men may use deceit;
He always said my eyes were blue,
And often swore my lips were sweet.