 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
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I MAYN'T OR I MAY
And will I answer you, when you come again?
And have you a chance or two? may be one in ten.
And will I think of you, when you're far away?
That's according to my humour, I just mayn't or I may.
And have you a chance or two? may be one in ten.
And will I think of you, when you're far away?
That's according to my humour, I just mayn't or I may.
Do I feel more kind to you than I did before?
We'll say inclined to you, p'r'aps a trifle more.
Make up my mind to you? I can hardly guess.
If I couldn't, sure I shouldn't, no nor wouldn't say Yes!
We'll say inclined to you, p'r'aps a trifle more.
Make up my mind to you? I can hardly guess.
If I couldn't, sure I shouldn't, no nor wouldn't say Yes!
And will I write to you, when you write to me?
Give that delight to you? only wait and see.
And will I think of you? may be now and then.
But will you, won't you, will you, won't you soon be home again?
Give that delight to you? only wait and see.
And will I think of you? may be now and then.
But will you, won't you, will you, won't you soon be home again?
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