At least I won’t give up until
I hear from some more hopeful source,
All true love has a crooked course.
I know the chap I’d like to catch—
I think ’twould be a splendid match—
I wonder what he thinks of me?
I’ll wait a while and we will see;
He has a tender sort of way
When he wishes me to sing or play;
And, when the hour comes to leave,