Oh, This Love!

By George Pope Morris

Oh, this love — this love!

I ainse the passion slighted;

But hearts that truly love,

Must break or be united.

Oh, this love!

When first he cam’ to woo,

I little cared aboot him;

But seene I felt as though

I could na’ live without him.

Oh, this love!

He brought to me the ring,

My hand asked o’ my mither —

I could na’ bear the thought

That he should we anither.

Oh, this love!

And now I'm a’ his ain —

In a’ his joys I mingle;

Nae for the wealth of warlds

Wad I again be single!

Oh, this love!