The sun may shine, the rain may fall,
And the world roll round about, -
The king's men and king's horses all
Can never rub one thing out.
Skies may darken - clouds will flit -
Troubles may gather and go:
For my sweetheart loves me "just a bit!
And, oh! I love her so.
The vapour vanishes in the sun!
So pass cures, doubts, and pains -
For I'm "loved a bit" by the dearest one,
And the best the world contains.
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From guest C.Butler. (contact)
Harry Morant, one of my Heros,a man's man.Oh that I could leave such a memory of my having been here behind.There had to be some "Irish Blood"there somewhere. R.I.P. -
This is very sweet! The type of man Morant was - a tough out doors man, a soldier, fighter, breaker of horses become excited because he's 'loved just a bit'
The fact that he even thought, and then wrote this makes me smile.
He asks her 'Do you love me? and in her demure way this is her answer - that's the way I see it.
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