St. Valentine
you found me in the month of Februar, when the winds they strongly blew;
a mere fortnight had passed and I felt my heart at last
could nest and lie in peace;
so meet me ‘ore the water
meet me anywhere;
for I shall never find another
whom St. Valentine has thought to spare;
when the hoar frost turns the world to cold, that also shall my poor heart do
I hoped ‘till the last but now my strength has passed
so surely shall my pain now cease
so meet me ‘ore the water
meet me anywhere;
for I shall never find another
whom St. Valentine has thought to spare;