Oh, yes, I love you still, my lad,
For that is woman’s way;
A whole life long of tenderness
For the fancy of a day.
I gave you golden loyalty
And starry faith to wear.
You gave me pearls that were my tears,
And silver in my hair.
You gave me something less than good,
I gave the best I had.
But yes—the man I thought you were,
I love him still, my lad.