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getting along.
'T is true I was rich; I had treasures and land;
But all that he asked was my heart and my hand:
Though people do say it, 't is what they can't prove,—
"He married for money; she,—poor thing! for love."
But all that he asked was my heart and my hand:
Though people do say it, 't is what they can't prove,—
"He married for money; she,—poor thing! for love."
My fortune is his, and he saves me its care;
To make his home cheerful 's enough for my share.
He seems always happy our broad fields among;
And so I 'm contented:—we 're getting along.
To make his home cheerful 's enough for my share.
He seems always happy our broad fields among;
And so I 'm contented:—we 're getting along.
With stocks to look after, investments to find,
It 's not very strange that I 'm seldom in mind:
He can't stop to see how my time 's dragging on,—
And oh! would he miss me, if I should be gone?
It 's not very strange that I 'm seldom in mind:
He can't stop to see how my time 's dragging on,—
And oh! would he miss me, if I should be gone?
Should he be called first, I must follow him fast,
For all that's worth living for then will be past.
But I'll not think of losing him; fretting is wrong,
While we are so pleasantly getting along.
For all that's worth living for then will be past.
But I'll not think of losing him; fretting is wrong,
While we are so pleasantly getting along.
