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.