The Love of My Life Susan Johnson

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At sixteen years I was blue and sad
Then Father said I should find a lad
So I set out to become a wife
And found the real love of my life

His name it was Chris and the last was MacGill
I met him one night pickin' flowers on the hill
He had lots of charm and a certain kind of touch
And a certain kind of eagerness that pleased me very much
So there 'neath the moon, where romance often springs
I gave him my heart—and a few other things
I don't know how long that I stayed up on the hill
But the moon had disappeared and so had Christopher MacGill

So I went home and I thought I'd die
Till Father said, "Make another try"
So out I went to become a wife
And found the real love of my life

He came from the Lowlands, the Lowlands said he
I saw him and knew he was perfect for me
Just one thing that puzzled me and it always will
Was he told me that he'd heard about me from his friend MacGill
We quick fell in love and went down by the creek
The next day he said he'd be back in a week
And I thought he would, for now how was I to know
That of all the Lowland laddies there was never one as low?