Six Beautiful Songs/For Lack of Gold

by Anonymous

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FOR LACK OF GOLD.

For lack of gold she's left me O,
And of all thats dear bereft me O!
She me forsook for a great Duke,
And to endless care has left me O!

A Star and Garter has more art,
Than youth, a true and faithful heart,
For empty titles we must part,
And for glittering shew she's left me O!

No cruel fair shall ever move
My injured heart again to love;
Thro' distant climes I must rove,
Since Jeanie she has left me O.

Ye Powers above, I to your care
Commit my lovely, charming fair:
Your choicest blessings on her share,
Tho' she's for ever left me O!