O, but she was fanciful, she found a savage mate,
He scorned her, he spurned her, he drove her from his door;
She cuddled in his inglenook and laughed at all his hate,
She took his curses, took his blows, and never left him more.
BOY O’ DREAMS
Must I leave you in the mountains,
Boy o’ dreams,
Must I leave you where the fountains
Toss the silver of their streams,