When Love is kind,
Cheerful and free,
Love's sure to find
Welcome from me.

But when Love brings
Heartache and pang,
Tears and such things --
Love may go hang!

If Love can sigh
For one alone,
Well pleased am I
To be that one.

But should I see
Love giv'n to rove
To two or three,
Then -- good-bye, Love!

Love must, in short,
Keep fond and true,
Through good report,
And evil too.

Else, here I swear,
Young Love may go,
For aught I care --
To Jericho.