Somebody's.
Oh, isn't it nice to be somebody's? -
Somebody's darling and pet,
To be shrined in the heart of a dear one,
Whose absence fills soul with regret?
To be dreamed of, and longed for, and courted,
As the Queen whom his heart holds in thrall, -
As the one - the great one, priceless jewel,
That outweighs and outvalues them all?
Oh, - I'd rather my head should be resting,
On the breast of the man that I love;
And my hand in his strong grasp be nestling,
And bask in the light of his love: -
I would rather, - far rather, my darling
Should be loving, and faithful, and brave,
Than be titled, and wealthy, and fickle; -
E'en though poverty held him a slave.
Oh, my heart yearns for one that is noble, -
In mind, not in riches or birth,
Who would love me...