I have been cherish’d and forgiven
By many tender-hearted,
’Twas for the sake of one in Heaven
Of him that is departed.
Because I bear my Father’s name
I am not quite despised,
My little legacy of fame
I’ve not yet realized.
And yet if you should praise myself
I’ll tell you, I had rather
You’d give your love to me, poor elf,
Your praise to my great father.
