The Singers' Companion/Alice Gray

SONGS.

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ALICE GRAY

She’s all my fancy painted her,
She’s lovely she’s divine;
But her heart it is another’s,
She never can be mine.
Yet loved I as man never loved.
A love without decay;——
Oh! my heart——my heart is breaking
For the love of Alice Gray.

Her dark brown hair is braided o’er
A brow of spotless white;
Her soft blue eye now ualguishes——
Now flashes with delight;
The hair is braided not for me,
The eye is turned away;
Yet my heart——my heart is breaking
For the love of Alice Gray.

I’ve sunk beneath the summer’s sun,
And trembled in the blast;
But my pilgrimage is nearly done,
The weary conflict’s past,
And when the green sod wraps my grave
May pity haply say,
"Oh ! his heart——his heart was broken
For the love of Alice Gray!”