The Poetry Corner

Song. - Clara And I.

By Charles Sangster

We have a joke whenever we meet, Clara and I; Prattle and laughter, and kisses sweet, Clara and I. Were I but twenty, and not two score, Clara and I would laugh still more, With plenty of hopeful years in store For Clara and I, Clara and I; With plenty of hopeful years in store For Clara and I. We will be true as Damascus steel, Clara and I; Sealing our truth with a honied seal, Clara and I. Eyes so loving, and lips of rose, Cheeks where the dainty ripe peach grows, And mouth where the sly god smiles jocose At Clara and I, Clara and I; And mouth where the sly god smiles jocose At Clara and I. We have a kiss whenever we part, Clara and I; Grasping of hand, and flutter of heart, Clara and I. Were she but twenty, and not sixteen, Over my love she'd reign the queen, And no fair rival should come between My Clara and I, Clara and I; And no fair rival should come between My Clara and I.