The sun may shine, the rain may fall, And the world roll round about, - The king's men and king's horses all Can never rub one thing out.
Skies may darken - clouds will flit - Troubles may gather and go: For my sweetheart loves me "just a bit! And, oh! I love her so.
The vapour vanishes in the sun! So pass cures, doubts, and pains - For I'm "loved a bit" by the dearest one, And the best the world contains.
First published in The Bulletin, 10 October 1891.
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