Do not cry,
Why! real tears are in your eye.
| Roland Rare! | ||
| Letha Lane! | ||
| Both— |  | We must never quarrel again. |
| If we do not cease our fooling, | ||
| We will find our fond love cooling, | ||
| Then, Oh! then, we both will care; | ||
| Letha Lane! | ||
| Roland Rare! |
“I’m thinking of something I never will tell,”
Came a whispering voice. “Oh, we know it as well,”
Piped a dozen small voices. “You mean about Tim?”
“Oh, every one knows ’bout the Timorous him,
They say he’s in love with Celina.” “Oh, no,
Why Tim was in love with Jeannette, don’t you know?”