Song

Oh, yes, I love you still, my lad, For that is woman’s way; A whole life long of tenderness For the fancy of a day.

I gave you golden loyalty And starry faith to wear. You gave me pearls that were my tears, And silver in my hair.

You gave me something less than good, I gave the best I had. But yes—the man I thought you were, I love him still, my lad.