COQUETTE.
Because her eyes to me and you The brightest are and bluest, Shall storms arise between us two, The oldest friends and truest ? She smiles on me ; my heart is light, And yours is steeped in sorrow, And yet the flower I gave to-night, She'll throw to you to-morrow. Coquette is she; so say with me: "Let him who wins her wear her; And fair —however fair &he be. There's many a lassie fairer." But if it hap, and well it may, That each in vain has pleaded, If all my songs are thrown away, And all your sighs unheeded, We'll vow ourselves to hermit's vowb, We'll cross no foaming billow, We'll bind about our dismal brows No wreaths of mournful willow; But show, in spite of her disdain, We yet cau live without her; And joining bands, we'll laugh again, And think no more about her !
Hugh Conway.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2125, 20 February 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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150COQUETTE. Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2125, 20 February 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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