Through all the days I courted her
My memory fondly floats,
When love and I exhorted her
To read, re-read my notes.
But now I love her ten times more,
And my soul fairly gloats
To think that my hard times are o'er,—
For now she pays my notes.
Through all the days I courted her
My memory fondly floats,
When love and I exhorted her
To read, re-read my notes.
But now I love her ten times more,
And my soul fairly gloats
To think that my hard times are o'er,—
For now she pays my notes.