<h2><SPAN name="JEALOUS_SWEETHEART" id="JEALOUS_SWEETHEART"></SPAN>Jealous, Sweetheart?</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">A</span> STEP on the walk she’s waiting to hear—<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Waiting—waiting—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">There’s a frown on her face—pouting ’tis clear,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Ah, someone is late in coming I fear.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">All lovers are very fickle, my dear,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Waiting, waiting!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Only last week he was praising up Nell—<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Praising—praising—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Saying her voice was clear as a bell,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Thinking her fairer, and who is to tell<br/></span>
<span class="i0">All that he said as they walked through the dell?<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Praising, praising!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Perhaps he is with her this summer night—<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Who knows? Who knows?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Perhaps he is holding her hand so white,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Perhaps he is watching her eyes so bright,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Perhaps he is wooing with all his might,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Who knows? Who knows?<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_012" id="page_012"></SPAN>{12}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Perhaps he is saying, “I love you best!”<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Who cares? Who cares?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">No need to carry a weight on one’s breast,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">No need to worry and lose one’s rest,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Life is a comedy, love is a jest,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Who cares? Who cares?<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">What if he has quite forgotten to keep<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Old ways—old ways—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">There’s a path where the silver moonbeams creep,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the tangled flowers have fallen asleep,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the dew is heavy—the clover deep—<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Old ways—old ways!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">He’s not coming to-night, no need to wait,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Ah me! Ah me!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Hark, the clock is chiming the hour of eight,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And once on a time he railed at the fate<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That kept him, if only a half-hour late—<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Ah me! Ah me!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But who comes here with a swinging stride?<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Turns she away in her pique and pride,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Turns she away, till he says at her side,<br/></span>
<span class="ig">“There’s but one for me in the world so wide!”<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Now in the blossoms the beaded dew slips,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_013" id="page_013"></SPAN>{13}</span><br/></span>
<span class="i8">Sweetheart! Sweetheart!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Someone is kissing two tremulous lips,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And there lingers no sign of the past eclipse,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Down in the clover a drowsy bee sips,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Sweetheart! Sweetheart!<br/></span></div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_014" id="page_014"></SPAN>{14}</span></p>
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