MY JEAN!
Tune—“The Northern Lass.”
[The lady on whom this passionate verse was written was Jean Armour.]
Though cruel fate should bid us part,
Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart,
Should tenderly entwine.
Though mountains rise, and deserts howl,
And oceans roar between;
Yet, dearer than my deathless soul,
I still would love my Jean