Where e'er thou goest I will go,
And share with thee in weal or wo--
And where thy wearied footsteps rest,
Thy head shall pillow on my breast.
Thy people shall my people be--
Thy kindred find a friend in me--
Thy God shall be my God--one hope
Shall bear our fainting spirits up.
My earthly joys with thee shall die,
And in thy grave forgotten lie--
So God in justice deal with me,
If aught but death part me and thee.