The Cottage That Stands By The Sea

O talk not of fortune, of jewels, nor splendour,
The wealth of Golcondo no charms has for me,
Nor all the proud baubles the Indies can tender,
Compare to the cot by the side of the sea;
That cot where, regardless of grandeur or riches,
We vow?d, and that truly, oh ! never to part,
But live in the cottage that stands by the sea.

Oh, talk not of titles, or halls and fine places,
Of palaces, power, of such prithee cease:
And say, can you tell where content glads all faces,
Compar?d to our cottage, the mansion of peace?
Oh no, for our cot near the brink of the ocean,
Stands afar from all guile, and the minions of pride,
And there, while our hearts pant with love?s soft emotion,
Oh there, with her Edward will Mary abide.
And live in the cottage, &c.

Oh, talk not to me of your splendor or glory,
My splendor and glory are found in the cot,
Where Edward and Mary (and true is the story)
Enjoy every blessing, content with their lot.
Sweet health is a handmaid that waits on us cheerly,
From care, pain, and sorrow, we also are free,
And thus with the man of all men I love dearly,
I live in the cottage that stands by the sea,
We live in the cottage, &c.

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