Were I oblig'd to beg my bread

Were I oblig'd to beg my bread, And had not where to lay my head, I'd creep where yonder herds are fed, And steal a look at—Somebody.

Oh! had I eagle's wings to fly, And take my flight across the sky, I'd feast my longing tearful eye, And steal a look at—Somebody.

When I'm laid low and am at rest, And may be number'd with the blest, Oh, may thy artless feeling breast Throb with regard for—Somebody.

Ah! will you drop one pitying tear, And sigh for the lost—Somebody? But should I ever live to see That form so much ador'd by me,

Then thou' It reward my constancy, And I'll be blest with—Somebody: Then shall my tears be dried by thee, And I'll be blest with—Somebody.