The Somerset Herald And Farmers' And Mechanics' Register

A Bachelor's Lament.

Oh, would I had a girl to love,
To share those happy hours—
My bliss to crown, while she would prove,
The fairest of life's flowers;
No more I'd crave, if this light heart
A woman's worth might know;
And pure affection's priceless gem
The light of love would show.

I'm weary of a single life,
Though all its joys are mine,
There's scarce a pleasure now possessed,
But might be made divine.
If I could claim a "better half."
And need no longer rove
To find the prize my heart desires—
A gentle girl to love!

Now, maidens fair, (not yet bespoke,)
Why should I longer tarry!
I'm twenty-four years old next month,
And am resolved to marry!
So if among you beats a heart,
Which might with mine accord,
Oh, do not let this leave you so,
But haste to send me word.

And that will be a happy day,
The day I claim my belle!
And that will be a happy theme,
On which we both may dwell,
And I will be a happy man,
When her sweet smiles I move;
And she shall be a happy girl—
She shall—the girl I love.