Song
Dublin Core
Title
Song
Description
I'll win thee yet, my dainty lass,
And steal your heart in vain I try,
Perhaps you may, my haughty lad,
You'll wish your love had found a cure,
That is, you may, my haughty lad,
I'll win thee yet,
Though you may say me nay, my lass,
I'll win thee yet,
While now your head you hold quite high,And steal your heart in vain I try,
I'll win it yet, my pretty lass,
I'll win it yet.
Perhaps you may, my haughty lad,
Perhaps you may,
THough I do say you nay, my lad,
Perhaps you may,
But if you do I feel quite sureYou'll wish your love had found a cure,
That is, you may, my haughty lad,
That is, you may.
Creator
W.H.A. Moore
Source
3:49, p. 2
Date
1890.08.30
Collection
Citation
W.H.A. Moore, “Song,” Periodical Poets, accessed July 27, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/474.
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