Than I, more faultless she may be,
But cannot love thee more.
‘And oh! instruct her daughters young
That love may never sway
Their hearts to ill—think how I flung
For thee my life away.’
Than I, more faultless she may be,
But cannot love thee more.
‘And oh! instruct her daughters young
That love may never sway
Their hearts to ill—think how I flung
For thee my life away.’