Poem by John Rannie

The Girl of My Heart

I HAVE parks, I have grounds,
I have deer, I have hounds,
And for sporting a neat little cottage;
⁠I have youth, I have wealth,
⁠I have strength, I have health,
Yet I mope like a beau in his dotage.
⁠What can I want?—'Tis the Girl of my heart,
⁠To share those treasures with me;
For had I the wealth which the Indies impart,
⁠No pleasure would it give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart—
The sweet lovely girl of my heart.

⁠My domain far extends,
⁠And sustains social friends,
Who make music divinely enchanting;
⁠We have balls, we have plays,
⁠We have routs, public days,
And yet still I find something a-wanting.
What should it be, but the girl of my heart,
⁠To share those treasures with me?
And had I the wealth which the Indies impart,
⁠No pleasure would it give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart—
The sweet lovely girl of my heart.

For what is the wealth which the Indies impart,
⁠Compar'd with the girl of my heart?
Then give me the girl of my heart. 

1. Sally Roy
2. My Heart with Love Is Beating

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