Oh, Sarah mine, hark to my song
Your slumbers soft invading.
For here beneath your window-sill
I come a-Sarah-nading.
You know my fond heart beats for you
In tenderest adoration,
And then, you know, I long to have
You be my own Sal-vation.
The day's not far when you'll be mine--
The thought makes my soul merry;
You'll be the pride of all my life,
But not my adver-Sarey.
The tender fates shall crown your lot,
And sweet contentment parcel;
And while you're just the world to me,
Love will be univer-Sal.
With bridal altar draped with flowers
And everything so tony,
In crowded church we will be wed
With lots of Sarah-money.
There's nothing I'll not do for you
Till life comes to an end, dear.
I'd brave the battles of the world
And fight a Sara-cen, dear.
I must to sleep, Sal, soda you,
For here I must not dally,
For that bull-dog I hear, like me,
Is bound to have a Sally.