I'LL BE TRUE TO THEE.
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(Swiss Air.—Arranged by Sir J. Stevenson.)
I
They tell thee to doubt me,
And think of me no more;
They say I have sported
With female hearts before:
But when you hear unkind ones speak,
With venomed tongue, and smiling cheek,
Repel them,
And tell them
I have been true to Thee.
II
They tell thee, the brightness
Of frost upon the tree,
Which melts in the sunshine,
Is true—compared with me:
But like two leaves, that on the stem
Remain, till winter withers them,
United,
'Till blighted,
Thus—I'll be true to Thee.
