A Song
Harry Breaker Morant
The sun may shine, the rain may fall,
And the world roll round about, –
The king’s men and king’s horses all
Can never rub one thing out.
Skies may darken – clouds will flit –
Troubles may gather and go:
For my sweetheart loves me “just a bit!
And, oh! I love her so.
The vapour vanishes in the sun!
So pass cures, doubts, and pains –
For I’m “loved a bit” by the dearest one,
And the best the world contains.
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