Songs

The sweet seductive arts
That conquer maiden's hearts
I never knew.
The tender piteous sighs,
And looks from longing eyes,
Soft looks that ladies prize
When lovers woo, when lovers woo;
Soft looks that ladies prize,
When lovers woo,
When lovers woo;
Soft looks when lovers woo.

My winning word and wooing glance
Are shiver'd sword and shatter'd lance,
And honours wrung from battle's chance,
And honours wrung from battle's chance.
But all, but all from love of you.

What need to call you fair,
And praise your beauty rare -
As all men do?
'Tis not the silver tongue,
Soft speech and softer song,
That proves the love is strong,
The heart is true, the heart is true;
'Tis not the silver tongue,
That proves the love is true.

Nay turn and give that palm -
To one who yields before your charm -
A loving heart, a lusty arm,
A life that lives for you.
Nay turn and give that palm -
To one who yields before your charm -
A loving heart, a lusty arm,
A life that lives, that lives for you.

Nay turn and give that little palm,
To one who yields before your charm -
A loving heart, a lusty arm,
A loving heart - a life -
A life that lives for you!