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Pauline, could I buy thee With gold or its worth, I would not deny thee The wealth of the earth. They talk of the pleasure That riches bestow— Without thee, my treasure, What joy could I know?

Did I rule Europe over, Thy price it should be; Let them leave, for thy lover, A cottage with thee, Where a pear-tree is stooping With fruit at the door, And the green vine is drooping Each dark lattice o'er.

If my life-breath could be, love, A ransom for thine, I'd yield it for thee, love, With all that is mine. Ah! had I the power, I'd count as time flown A year for each hour That thou wert mine own.