Sung by George Rutt Benton, Ark.
July 15, 1965 Reel 374 Item 4
Collected by George Rutt For M.C. Parler
Folklore Class Sing-A-Bout Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
I'll Offer Thee This Hand of Mine
I'll offer thee this hand of mine, If I could love thee, Lisa,
A heart as warm and pure as thine, Should never know distress.
My fortune is, dear heart, for thee To chill our dearest joy,
I'd rather weep to see thee free Than win thee to destroy.
I'll leave thee in the happiness As one too dear to love,
As one I think of but to bless,
As unrelentlessly our love.
But of when sorrow's cup I drink,
A hitter thought it feels,
How sweet would it be to think It holds no drops for thee.
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