Poems (Craik)/Mine
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MINE.
For a German Air.
HOW my heart is beating as her nameI keep repeating,
And I drink up joy like wine: how my heart is beating as her name
I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
She 's rich, she 's fair, beyond compare,
Of noble mind, serene and kind—
And how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
In a music soft and fine;
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine.
She owns no lands, has no white hands,
Her lot is poor, her life obscure;—
Yet how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine!
In a music soft and fine;
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine.
She owns no lands, has no white hands,
Her lot is poor, her life obscure;—
Yet how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine!