But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met—or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.

But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever

Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met — or never parted — we had ne'er been broken-hearted

To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither!

All I ask you to remember, in this country of yours, is that every man, woman and child who even sees you with a passing glimpse as you go by, will remember it – remember it with joy, remember it in the words of the old seventeenth-century poet who wrote those famous words –
"I did but see her passing by
And yet I love her till I die."

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....

I could not kill her, of course, as some have thought. You see, I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

Love would never leave us alone

There is a Lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.

And we could have been sweethearts, forever and ever, Could have loved a whole lot more, been a little more true.

And I loved her so much I couldn't conceive of ever parting from her; true, we never talked about marriage, but at least was asbolutely serious about marrying her one day

Oh, could you view the melody
Of every grace
And music of her face,
You'd drop a tear;
Seeing more harmony
In her bright eye
Than now you hear.