Wm. J. SCHMIDT,
Song and Hymn Publisher, 479 Pennsylvania Avenue.
Jim Fisk.
Or, Lines to a Rejected Lover.
Air: -- Joe Hardy.
Yes, I know that you once were my lover,
But that sort of thing has an end.
Now love and its transports are over.
But yet you may still be my friend.
Don't kneel at my feet I implore thee.
Don't write on the drawings you bring.
Don't ask me so [sic] say I adore thee,
For indeed it is no such thing.
I confess that when at New-York we parted,
I swore that I worshipped you then,
That I was a maid broken hearted,
And you the most charming of men.
I confess when I read your first letter,
I blotted your name with a tear,
I was young then, but now I know better.
Could I tell that I'd meet Fisk here.
O dear, how you fret, how you worry,
Repeating my voice to be true,
If I said so I told you a story,
For I love Fisk better than you
Yea, now this fond heart is another's,
I sigh so when he is gone.
I can love you indeed as a brother,
But my heart is Jim Fisk's alone.
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