I'm hot with love, and yet my skies So brightly shine in Betty's eyes, Though all the cooling breezes blow I would not have it otherwise. I'm burdened with my love, weighed down With Betty's least-considered frown; And yet the burden is so dear I bear it proudly as a crown. I'm weary with my love, so long Have I chased Betty through the throng; But ah, the following is so sweet, I still pursue her with a song. I'm quite disheartened, Betty's curls So toss me in their maelstrom whirls; But yet I'd rather fail of her Than win a thousand other girls. |