Poems (Duer)/My Rose of May
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MY ROSE OF MAY.
The sunlight lingers on the hill,
For love of you, my rose of May;
I ve lingered here, against my will,
For that same reason, many a day.
"The sun comes back to-morrow!" True!
By then I shall be far away.
Perhaps he's nothing else to do;
I own I have, my rose of May.
For love of you, my rose of May;
I ve lingered here, against my will,
For that same reason, many a day.
"The sun comes back to-morrow!" True!
By then I shall be far away.
Perhaps he's nothing else to do;
I own I have, my rose of May.
In old days women ruled the world,
And men knew how to wait, they say;
But love-locks now have come uncurled
And chivalry has passed away.
Man has found out he has a will:
If too exacting prove your sway,
Why, Jack will find another Jill,
Less hard to please, my rose of May.
And men knew how to wait, they say;
But love-locks now have come uncurled
And chivalry has passed away.
Man has found out he has a will:
If too exacting prove your sway,
Why, Jack will find another Jill,
Less hard to please, my rose of May.
Next time Love finds your garden gate,
Ah! lift the latch, my rose of May;
Don t leave him there to watch and wait—
Believe me, dear, it doesn't pay.
When chance, like a resistless tide,
Sweeps opportunities your way,
Ah! take the goods the gods provide,
When they provide them, rose of May.
Ah! lift the latch, my rose of May;
Don t leave him there to watch and wait—
Believe me, dear, it doesn't pay.
When chance, like a resistless tide,
Sweeps opportunities your way,
Ah! take the goods the gods provide,
When they provide them, rose of May.
C. D.