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.