Modern Beau/Somebody

For other versions of this work, see Somebody (anonymous).

SOMEBODY.

WERE I oblig’d to beg my bread,
And had not where to lay my head,
I’d creep where yonder fl cks do feed,
And steal a look at somebody.
My own dear somebody.

When I’m laid low, and am at rest,
And may be number'd with the blest,
Then shall thy artless feeling break,
Throb with regard for somebody.
Ah! will you drop one pitying tear,
And sigh for the lost somebody.

But should I ever live to see,
That form so much admir'd by me,
Then would my constancy reward,
And make me blest with somebody.
Then shall my tears be dried by thee.
And I’ll be blest with somebody.