Duncan Campbell Scott - The Sailor's Sweetheart

Duncan Campbell Scott - The Sailor's Sweetheart

O if love were had for asking, br In the markets of the town, br Hardly a lass would think to wear br A fine silken gown: br But love is had by grieving br By choosing and by leaving, br And there's no one now to ask me br If heavy lies my heart. br br O if love were had for a deep wish br In the deadness of the night, br There'd be a truce to longing br Between the dusk and the light: br But love is had for sighing, br For living and for dying, br And there's no one now to ask me br If heavy lies my heart. br br O if love were had for taking br Like honey from the hive, br The bees that made the tender stuff br Could hardly keep alive: br But love it is a wounded thing, br A tremor and a smart, br And there's no one left to kiss me now br Over my heavy heart.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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