A SONG[Intended to have been sung in the comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer.” Adapted to the Irish air, “The Humours of Ballamaguiry.”]Ah, me! when shall I marry me?Lovers are plenty, but fail to relieve me;He, fond youth, that could carry me,Offers to love, but means to deceive me.But I will rally, and combat the ruiner:Not a look, not a smile, shall my passion discover;She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,Makes but a penitent—loses a lover.
A SONG[Intended to have been sung in the comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer.” Adapted to the Irish air, “The Humours of Ballamaguiry.”]
A SONG
[Intended to have been sung in the comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer.” Adapted to the Irish air, “The Humours of Ballamaguiry.”]
Ah, me! when shall I marry me?Lovers are plenty, but fail to relieve me;He, fond youth, that could carry me,Offers to love, but means to deceive me.But I will rally, and combat the ruiner:Not a look, not a smile, shall my passion discover;She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,Makes but a penitent—loses a lover.
Ah, me! when shall I marry me?Lovers are plenty, but fail to relieve me;He, fond youth, that could carry me,Offers to love, but means to deceive me.But I will rally, and combat the ruiner:Not a look, not a smile, shall my passion discover;She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,Makes but a penitent—loses a lover.
Ah, me! when shall I marry me?Lovers are plenty, but fail to relieve me;He, fond youth, that could carry me,Offers to love, but means to deceive me.
But I will rally, and combat the ruiner:Not a look, not a smile, shall my passion discover;She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,Makes but a penitent—loses a lover.