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And asked you to be the poet's bride,
The happiest one in the land;
You scorned my offer, proud Maud Lee,
You scorned this faithful heart,
And vowed in voice, both soft and low,
That you with me would part.
The happiest one in the land;
You scorned my offer, proud Maud Lee,
You scorned this faithful heart,
And vowed in voice, both soft and low,
That you with me would part.
I left my poet's home, Maud Lee,
And won for myself a name;
I travelled far o'er land and sea,
In search of earthly fame.
You then became a rich man's bride,
And revelled in silver and gold;
I sighed from my heart when I heard thy fate,
For my love was the same as of old.
And won for myself a name;
I travelled far o'er land and sea,
In search of earthly fame.
You then became a rich man's bride,
And revelled in silver and gold;
I sighed from my heart when I heard thy fate,
For my love was the same as of old.
You sat at a rich and well-decked board;
You led the dance with glee;
You then were called the rich man's bride,
But I read at once thy misery.
And I gaze on thy picture to-night, Maud Lee,
As I sit by my window alone,
And T watch in vain for thy curls of brown,
List in vain for thy merry tone.
You led the dance with glee;
You then were called the rich man's bride,
But I read at once thy misery.
And I gaze on thy picture to-night, Maud Lee,
As I sit by my window alone,
And T watch in vain for thy curls of brown,
List in vain for thy merry tone.
