The Sentimental Songster/The Rose of Lucerne

ROSE OF LUCERNE, OR,THE SWISS TOY GIRL.

I’ve come across the sea,
I’ve braved every danger,
For a brother dear to me,
From Swiss-land a stranger;
Then pity, assist, and protect a poor stranger,
And buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.
A little toy, a little toy;
Then buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.

Come round me, ladies air
I’ve ribbands and laces
I’ve trinkets rich and rare
To add to the graces
Of waist, neck, or arm, or your sweet pretty faces
Then buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.
A little toy, a little toy;
Then buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.

I've paint and I’ve perfume,
For those who may use them;
Young ladies, I presume,
You all will refuse them;
The bloom on your cheek shows that you never use them
Yet buy a little toy of Poor Rose of Lucerne.
A little toy, a little toy:
Yet buy a little toy of Poor Rose of Lucerne.

I’ve a cross to make you smart,
On your breast you may bear it,
Just o’er your little heart,
I advise you to wear it;
And I hope that no other cross e’er will come near it;
Yes I do;—so buy a toy of Poor Rose of Lucerne
Yes, I do; Yes, I do:
So buy a toy, buy a toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.