MY BONNY KATE
Then, darling, think what pangs assail
Your lover’s triple vest of mail,
Dreaming that even you might fail,
Your last year’s mate.
Another sits where you have been,
With you another walks the green
And tender words have passed between,
My bonny Kate!
A few short weeks, and I may be
Dashing along the hostile sea,
Winning the gold that ransoms thee,
My bonny Kate!
To God I yield the doubt—to you
I give my solemn troth anew,
My love, my faithful and my true—
My bonny Kate!
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