Song "While many a fond"

WHILE many a fond and blooming maid

    Attempts thy heart to gain;

And, by thy fatal smile betrayed,

    Thinks not she strives in vain:

While in those eyes of tender blue

    They answering passion see,

And in thy sweet expression view

    The charm that conquered me:....

I still should scorn their winning art,

    And be, my Henry, blest,

If thou wouldst give that precious heart

    To her who loves thee best.