~ As Long as your Eyes are Blue ~
by
A B Banjo Paterson
Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
When the charms of youth shall have passed away,
Will your love as of old prove true?
For the looks may change, and the heart may range,
And the love be no longer fond;
Wilt thou love with truth in the years of youth
And away to the years beyond?
Oh, I love you, sweet, for your locks of brown
And the blush on your cheek that lies --
But I love you most for the kindly heart
That I see in your sweet blue eyes.
For the eyes are signs of the soul within,
Of the heart that is loyal and true,
And mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.
For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
May be reft of their golden hue;
But mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.
by
A B Banjo Paterson
Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
When the charms of youth shall have passed away,
Will your love as of old prove true?
For the looks may change, and the heart may range,
And the love be no longer fond;
Wilt thou love with truth in the years of youth
And away to the years beyond?
Oh, I love you, sweet, for your locks of brown
And the blush on your cheek that lies --
But I love you most for the kindly heart
That I see in your sweet blue eyes.
For the eyes are signs of the soul within,
Of the heart that is loyal and true,
And mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.
For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
May be reft of their golden hue;
But mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.
~Blue-Eyed Nell~
by Thomas A. Spencer
Have you seen little Nelly that lives by the mill?
There's a charm in her presence, that makes my heart thrill.
The sound of my footsteps makes Nelly's eyes shine,
And Nelly has promised
Some day to be mine.
My beautiful blue-eyed Nell,
How I love her no tongue can tell;
All the birds fold their wings
And sit mute when she sings,
So joyous and bright is Nell.
The early peach blossom scarce rivals her cheeks;
'Tis Harmony's spirit when sweet Nelly speaks.
The scent-laden breezes that blow from the sea,
Are not any purer
Than Nelly to me.
My beautiful blue-eyed Nell,
How I love her no tongue can tell;
All the birds fold their wings
And sit mute when she sings,
So joyous and bright is Nell.
I love my sweet Nelly, and Nelly loves me;
When our love unites us how happy we'll be.
Sweet peace and contentment with Love shall combine,
And earth will be heaven
When Nelly is mine.
My beautiful blue-eyed Nell,
How I love her no tongue can tell;
All the birds fold their wings
And sit mute when she sings,
So joyous and bright is Nell
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by Thomas A. Spencer
Have you seen little Nelly that lives by the mill?
There's a charm in her presence, that makes my heart thrill.
The sound of my footsteps makes Nelly's eyes shine,
And Nelly has promised
Some day to be mine.
My beautiful blue-eyed Nell,
How I love her no tongue can tell;
All the birds fold their wings
And sit mute when she sings,
So joyous and bright is Nell.
The early peach blossom scarce rivals her cheeks;
'Tis Harmony's spirit when sweet Nelly speaks.
The scent-laden breezes that blow from the sea,
Are not any purer
Than Nelly to me.
My beautiful blue-eyed Nell,
How I love her no tongue can tell;
All the birds fold their wings
And sit mute when she sings,
So joyous and bright is Nell.
I love my sweet Nelly, and Nelly loves me;
When our love unites us how happy we'll be.
Sweet peace and contentment with Love shall combine,
And earth will be heaven
When Nelly is mine.
My beautiful blue-eyed Nell,
How I love her no tongue can tell;
All the birds fold their wings
And sit mute when she sings,
So joyous and bright is Nell
Poetrylibrary/sweet-poems
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BLUE-EYED NELLY.
When the bird is on the bough, retiring, love, to rest;
When the sun is gently sinking down in the beauteous West-
I roam then with my Nelly my own, my lovely bride.
And I bless the hour of gladness when both our hearts were tied.
Oh! darling Nelly, I'll e'er be true to thee;
My sweet, my blue-eyed Nelly, thou art all the world to me.
That blessed little church, down yonder shady lane,
Its form is in my sight, where Nelly changed her name.
We cannot boast of riches, which others may possess,
But peace and happiness is all,
we wish with to be blessed.
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When the bird is on the bough, retiring, love, to rest;
When the sun is gently sinking down in the beauteous West-
I roam then with my Nelly my own, my lovely bride.
And I bless the hour of gladness when both our hearts were tied.
Oh! darling Nelly, I'll e'er be true to thee;
My sweet, my blue-eyed Nelly, thou art all the world to me.
That blessed little church, down yonder shady lane,
Its form is in my sight, where Nelly changed her name.
We cannot boast of riches, which others may possess,
But peace and happiness is all,
we wish with to be blessed.
Johnson Ballads-jscholarship.library
