The Girl I Love

The girl I love is comely, straight and tall ;

Down her white neck her auburn tresses fall :

Her dress is neat, her carriage light and free ; —

Here's a a health to the charming maid whoe'er she be !

The rose's blush but fades beside her cheek ;

Her eyes are blue her forehead pale and meek ;

Her lips like cherries on a summer tree ; —

Here's a a health to the charming maid whoe'er she be !

When I go to the field no youth can lighter bound,

And I freely pay when the cheerful jug goes round ;

The barrel is full : but its heart we soon shall see : —

Come here's that charming maid whoe'er she be !

Had I the wealth, that props the Saxon's reign ;

Or the diamond crown that decks the King of Spain,

I'd yield them all if she kindly smiled on me ; —

Here's a a health to the charming maid whoe'er she be !

Five pounds of Gold for each lock of her hair I'd pay,

And five times five, for my love one hour each day ;

Her voice is more sweet that the truth on its own green tree ; —

Then my dear may I drink a fond deep health to thee !