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MY SUITORS.
I close my eyes to sleep,
But there is no rest within!
I turn and twist on my hard straw heap,
Like a child of crime and sin!—
For it's ever ringing in my ears,
The Factory's hateful din!
But there is no rest within!
I turn and twist on my hard straw heap,
Like a child of crime and sin!—
For it's ever ringing in my ears,
The Factory's hateful din!
MY SUITORS.
I have two suitors for my kindly grace,—
The one a farmer's boy, with hard, brown hands;
The other is a high-born English earl,
With stately castles on his wide-spread lands.
My Lord Eugene has a fair classic face,—
And pearls and gold lace all his robes bestrew;
While Charlie has an honest sunburnt cheek,
And wears a private's uniform of blue:
I do not think I ought to care for both,—
Do you?
The one a farmer's boy, with hard, brown hands;
The other is a high-born English earl,
With stately castles on his wide-spread lands.
My Lord Eugene has a fair classic face,—
And pearls and gold lace all his robes bestrew;
While Charlie has an honest sunburnt cheek,
And wears a private's uniform of blue:
I do not think I ought to care for both,—
Do you?
Both say they love me; both are very kind;
Eugene will shield me from all care and strife;
Charlie will give me all his warm true heart,
And I shall be a Union soldier's wife.
Eugene will never leave me,—so he says;
But soon to Charlie I must say adieu,
And think of him upon the dang'rous field,
And lie awake to pray the whole night through!
He may come back no more,—I'll not be cold,—
Would you?
Eugene will shield me from all care and strife;
Charlie will give me all his warm true heart,
And I shall be a Union soldier's wife.
Eugene will never leave me,—so he says;
But soon to Charlie I must say adieu,
And think of him upon the dang'rous field,
And lie awake to pray the whole night through!
He may come back no more,—I'll not be cold,—
Would you?
