Roland Rare, how can you dare
Look at me with such an air?
So it seems I called you then,
Oh! how long ago that’s been!
Not this year,
And I fear
’Twas no other time, my dear.
| Roland Rare! | ||
| Letha Lane! | ||
| Both— |  | I will tell you once again, |
| If you do not cease your fooling, | ||
| You will find my fond love cooling, | ||
| Though it seems you do not care, | ||
| Letha Lane! | ||
| Roland Rare! |
Roland—
Letha Lane, it is so plain