Mine

O HOW my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating, And I drink up joy like wine: O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating, For the lovely girl is mine! She's rich, she's fair, beyond compare, Of noble mind, serene and kind-- And how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating, For the lovely girl is mine! O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating, In a music soft and fine; O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating, For the girl I love is mine. She owns no lands, has no white hands, Her lot is poor, her life obscure;-- Yet how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating, For the girl I love is mine!