Song Ma Chere Ami

Ma chere ami I let not despair, Your bosom fill with anxious care, Whose heart's so open, mind so free— I'll think of him who thinks of me. Ma chere ami

Charge not a tender virgin's same With rudeness to confess the same; Oh! pardon all the faults you see, And think of her who thinks of thee, Ma chere ami.

Then let us to the church incline, And Hymen wait our hands to join, For ever after happy be, I bless'd with you, and you with me. Ma chere ami.