This, a chantey of sophistry
I loved them 'til they loved me
Wearing shower bouquets of rue
Oft I roam, as my heart repents
Princes, never I'd give offense
This, the sum of experiments
You're my strength and my weakness, gents
Ever a prey to coincidence
Decked in garments of sable hue
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents
I loved them 'til they loved me
I loved them 'til they loved me
Won't you think of me tenderly?
I loved them 'til they loved me
Always knew I the consequence
Always saw what the end would be
Followed ever her natural bents
I loved them 'til they loved me
I loved them 'til they loved me
Through God's acres of memory
This, no song of ingenue
This, a solo of sapience
Pictures pass me in long review
I loved them 'til they loved me
We're as nature has made us hence
Marching columns of dead events
I loved them 'til they loved me
I loved them 'til they loved me
This, the rhyme of a lady who
This, no ballad of innocence
I was tender and often true
Walk I ever in penitence
Marking stones in my reverence
