Yellow-hair'd laddie/Still he's the man

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To its own proper Tune.

WHAT woman cou'd do, I have try'd to be free,
Yet do all I can,
I find I love him, and though he flies me,
Still, still he's the man.
They tell me at once, he to twenty will swear:
When vows are so sweet, who the falshood can fear?
So when you have said all you can,
Still,———still he's the man.

I caught him once making love to a maid,
When to him I ran,
He turn'd, and he kiss'd me, then who cou'd upbraid
So civil a man?
The next day I found to a third he was kind,
I rated him soundly, he swore I was blind;
So let me do what I can,
Still,———still he's the man.

All the world bids me beware of his art:
I do what I can:
But he has taken such hold of my heart,
I doubt he's the man!
So sweet are his kisses, his looks are so kind,
He may have his faults, but if none I can find,
Who can do more than they can,
He,———still is the man.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.