Still so Gently o’er me Stealing.
Still so gently o’er me stealing,
Mem’ry will bring back the feeling
Spite of all my grief, revealing
That I love thee, that I dearly love thee still,
Tho’ some other swain may charm thee,
Ah! no other e’er can warm me—
Yet ne’er fear, I will not harm thee,
No! thou false one, no, no! I fondly love thee still.
Ah! ne’er fear, I will not harm thee,
No, false one, no! I love thee—
I love thee, false one, still.
Chorus—Still so gently o’er me stealing, &c.