But my poor heart’s Crying for peace, My love for you Could ne’er decease.
And if fate guides the battle So our hearts doesn’t blend, Just picture how sad Will be the end.
Just a tender missive dear As the days are drifting by, And oh! I see your smiling face When e’er I look into the sky.
Smiles always gladden my heart As the years come and go; And should I be the longest liver They’ll ne’er be buried beneath the snow.
One day of sorrow To a brilliant and happy mind Tears down its concrete thoughts To sail the ocean of brine.
The winds howled o’er The dashing sea, The ship was foundered At half past three. The captain yelled, Life boats lowered! There was a noise Like a cannon roar, ’Twas the boilers burst below. Then said the captain Brave but slow, It’s too late, boys, We all must go.
By the walk way grew Spring’s Easter lily Wet with the morning dew, But with love I gave to Billy.
Now there is your petals nice and yellow And rich as the dripping of gold. So why are you lonely, little fellow, You’ve won me, heart and soul.
Would you love to be a little present And one that isn’t silly To the sweetest little pheasant My dearest, darling Billy.
Anchored deep in mid ocean Are my ship of thoughts, I should sail out and get them, That’s just what I ought.
For once they run smooth With calmness of the sea, Bringing all of love’s beauty Back home to me.
In a mad rushing storm, But she would stand as brave, When each flash of lightning Showed the depth of her grave.
There’s no lighthouse To guide her in, Nor to raise her anchor From the wages of sin.
A darling little maiden So sweet, so fair, With tiny dimples And beauty so rare, But I wonder if goodness knows If she e’er could repose.
From the sweet loving manner She gave me this rose, Now this tiny little bud Seems to whisper in my ear, Saying hearts of hearts with tenderness To one another are dear.
I was lost in the valley All veiled with fog, Back o’er the hill Was a howl of a dog. He was doing his bit In trying to keep peace, For his dear old master Had just deceased. In that old cabin Was a dear little child; The wolves rushed around Madly and wild. On came the morn, But I’d grown pale. The sun came up and Removed the veil. Then I jogged along O’er the bumpy ground, I stopped at this cabin And there I found A wonderful baby! With eyes so bright ’Twould light the way Through the darkest night. From under the bed Came a grunt of a hog, I knelt and found ’Twas that little dog.