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Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine,
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I'll not ask for wine,
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine.
But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late, a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee,
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And send it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear
Not of itself, but thee.
Massa's in the Cold, Cold Ground
Round de meadows am a singing de darkies' mournful song,
While de mocking bird am singing, happy as the day am long;
Where de ivy am a creeping o er de grassy mound,
Dear old massa am a sleeping, sleeping in de cold, cold ground.
Down in the, corn field,
Hear their mournful sound,
All de darkies am a weeping,
Massa's in de cold, cold ground.
When de autumn leaves were falling, when de days were cold,
Hard to hear old massa calling, 'cause he was so weak and old,
Now de orange trees am blooming, on de sandy shore,
Now de summer days am coming, massa nebber calls no more.
The Soldier's Farewell
(B Flat) -
How can I bear to leave thee?
Our parting kiss I give thee;
And then, whate'er befalls me,
I go where honor calls me.
Farewell, farewell, my own true love,
Farewell, farewell, my own true love.
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