Said a stranger, in tones soft and grand,
“You’ll then prove to me that you love me”;
“It’s a go,” said my Blue Velvet Band.
Ah! How my heart filled with anger,
At woman, so fair, false and vile,
And to think that I once true adored her;
Brought to my lips a mock smile.
All ill-gotten gains we had squandered,
And my life was hers to command;
Betrayed and deserted for another—