Six excellent songs (1)/By the margin of Zurich's waters

BY THE MARGIN OF FAIR ZURICH’S WATERS.

By the margin of fair Zurich’s waters,
Dwelt a youth whose fond heart night and day
For the fairest of fair Zurich’s daughters,
In a dream of love melted away.
If alone, no one bolder than he,
But with her none more timid could be;
“Oh list to me, dearest, I pray,”
When she did so, he only could say—
“Lackwell a day!”

By the margin of fair Zurich’s waters,
At the close of a sweet summer’s day;
To the fairest of fair Zurich’s daughters,
This fond youth found at last tongue to say,
“I’m in love, as thou surely must see,
Could I love any other but thee?
O say, then, wilt thou be my bride?”
Can you tell how the fair one replied?
I leave you to guess,
Of course she said, “ Yes!”