When Love is kind, Cheerful and free, Love's sure to find Welcome from me. But when Love brings Heartache or pang, Tears and such things -- Love may go hang! If Love can sigh For one alone, Well pleased am I To be that one. But should I see Love giv'n to rove To two or three, Then -- good-bye, Love! Love must, in short, Keep fond and true, Through good report, And evil too. Else, here I swear, Young Love may go, For aught I care -- To Jericho.
When Love is kind,
Cheerful and free,
Love's sure to find
Welcome from me.
But when Love brings
Heartache or pang,
Tears and such things --
Love may go hang!
If Love can sigh
For one alone,
Well pleased am I
To be that one.
But should I see
Love giv'n to rove
To two or three,
Then -- good-bye, Love!
Love must, in short,
Keep fond and true,
Through good report,
And evil too.
Else, here I swear,
Young Love may go,
For aught I care --
To Jericho.