by Charles Mackay (1814 - 1889)

Careless
Language: English 
Spring gave me a friend, and a true, true love; — 
  The summer went carolling by, 
And the autumn brown'd, and the winter frown'd, 
  And I sat me down to sigh; 
My friend was false for the sake of gold, 
  Ere the farmer stack'd his rye; 
And my true love changed with the fickle west wind, 
  Ere winter dull'd the sky: 
But the bees are humming — a new spring's coming,
  And none the worse am I!

Confirmed with The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay. With Illustrations by J. Gilbert, London: G. Routledge & Co., 1859, page 243.


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