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.