Here you will find the Poem Song. While many a fond of poet Amelia Opie
WHILE many a fond and blooming maid Attempts thy heart to gain; And, by thy fatal smile betrayed, Thinks not she strives in vain: While in those eyes of tender blue They answering passion see, And in thy sweet expression view The charm that conquered me:.... I still should scorn their winning art, And be, my Henry, blest, If thou wouldst give that precious heart To her who loves thee best.
