The Princess Of My Heart
Thou art the Princess of my Heart
With thy beauty so divine.
The loveliest of ladies, thou truly art
O how I wish, you could be mine!
Altho', I have no royal blood
And thou to me art most truly above
And I am all besmear'd with mud,
Still, I offer thee my love.
If thou choosest to spit and scorn
At me, I will respect thy choyce.
For thou art a high lady born
And to be in thy presence, I do rejoyce.
O! Lovely Princess of my Heart
I hope thy rein will not be cruel!
But still, if full of loathing thou art
I will accept thy noble rule!