“Sigh No More, Ladies”
The stars are like thine eyes, my dear,
That sparkle o’er the glass,
The night’s less fair than thy bright hair
So let reproaches pass;
I will avow I love thee now
But sorry rogues are men,
And I have loved before, my dear,
And I shall love again.
The bubbles are thy laugh, my dear,
That flash up in the wine,
I like to think that thee I drink
In every draught of mine;
I like to hear thy laughter clear
So laugh to please me, then,—
But I have loved before, my dear,
And I shall love again.
The sailor-man is free, my dear,
And sailor-men abound,
While I, my dear, am a buccaneer,
So let the glass go round;
I carry my trade, be it ship or maid,
In spite of gods and men,—
As I have loved before, my dear,
So I shall love again.
Kiss me again for luck, my dear,
And I will kiss for love,
For I have seen nor maid nor quean
Thy beauty’s not above;
I love, and yet, I shall forget
—And where is your beauty then?—
For I have loved before, my dear,
And I shall love again.