(Courtesy of Roderick Trench, 8th Baron Ashtown)
What sparkling love is thine to give; What precious love one misses.
God grant that you and I may live To seal each other’s kisses.
So tell me Dear, you are my own, Your Love won’t be denied me;
For I am lost when I’m alone And you are not beside me.
Amidst the flowing tide of Spring I hear wood-doves cooing.
And, O! I wish, like anything, That I were you a-wooing.
So I have come to thee, Dear Love, Lets face the world together!
And let us, like true love-birds, prove Love can go on forever.