Melody -
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1. Of women no more evil will I say, The lightsome loves that help my heart to live The sun sees nothing sweeter on his way They pledge their faith and break it. I forgive, |
2. All I forgive and scandal them no more. I am their servant. Let the witless jeer, Though their slain loves are numbered by the score, I love them living and their ghosts are dear. |
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3. The cunning wits are loud in their dispraise, And yet I know not. If their breed should fail, What comfort were in all the world's wide ways? A flowerless earth, a sea without a sail. If these were gone that make earth Heaven for men, Love them or hate, 'twere little matter then. |
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