WHEN SABLE NIGHT|
Tune "Deel Take the Wars"
When sable night each drooping plant restoring,
Wept o'er the flow'rs, her breath did cheer,
As some sad widow o'er her babe deploring,
Wakes its beauties with a tear.
When all did sleep whose weary hearts cou'd borrow
One hour from love & care to rest,
Lo! as I press'd my couch in silent sorrow,
My lover caught me to his breast!
He vow'd he came to save me,
From those who wou'd enslave me;
Endless faith he swore!
But soon I chid him thence,
For, had his fond pretence
Found favor then and he had press'd again,
I fear'd in my heart I might grant him more.