thine am i, my faithful fair（1/1）

thine am i, my faithful fair

tune—“the quaker's wife.”

thine am i, my faithful fair,

thine, my lovely nancy;

ev'ry pulse along my veins,

ev'ry roving fancy.

to thy bosom lay my heart,

there to throb and languish;

tho' despair had wrung its core,

that would heal its anguish.

take away those rosy lips,

rich with balmy treasure;

turn away thine eyes of love,

lest i die with pleasure!

what is life when wanting love?

night without a morning:

love's the cloudless summer sun,

nature gay adorning.