The Blue Bonnets o'er the Border (1826, Stirling)/From Night to Morn
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FROM NIGHT TO MORN.
From night to morn I take my glass,
In hopes to forget my Chloe;
But tho' I take the pleasing draught,
She's ne'er the less before me:
Ah! no, no, no, wine cannot cure,
The pain I endure for my Chloe.
In hopes to forget my Chloe;
But tho' I take the pleasing draught,
She's ne'er the less before me:
Ah! no, no, no, wine cannot cure,
The pain I endure for my Chloe.
To wine I flew to ease the pain,
Her beauteous charms created;
But wine more firmly bound the chain,
And love would not be cheated.
Ah, no, no, no, &c.
Her beauteous charms created;
But wine more firmly bound the chain,
And love would not be cheated.
Ah, no, no, no, &c.
FINIS.