The Gay Cavalier.’Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright,And the moon o’er the waters played,When a gay cavalier to a bower drew near,A maid to serenade;To tenderest words he swept the chords,And many a sigh heaved he,While o’er and o’er he fondly swore,Sweet maid I love but thee.}Repeat.Sweet maid, sweet maid,Sweet maid I love but thee.He raised his eyes to her lattice high,While he softly breathed his hopes,With amazement he sees, swing about in the breeze,Already a ladder of ropes,Up, up he has gone, the bird is flown,“What is this on the ground?” quoth he;“Oh it’s plain that she loves, here’s some gentleman’s gloves,She is off, and it’s not with me.”}Repeat.For these gloves, these gloves,They never belonged to me.Of course you’d have thought he’d have followed and fought,As that was a dueling age,But this gay cavalier, he quite scorned the ideaOf putting himself in a rage;More wise by far, he put up his guitar,And as homeward he went, sung he,“When a lady elopes down a ladder of ropes,She may go to Hong Kong for me.”}Repeat.She may go, she may go,She may go to Hong Kong for me.
’Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright,And the moon o’er the waters played,When a gay cavalier to a bower drew near,A maid to serenade;To tenderest words he swept the chords,And many a sigh heaved he,While o’er and o’er he fondly swore,Sweet maid I love but thee.}Repeat.Sweet maid, sweet maid,Sweet maid I love but thee.He raised his eyes to her lattice high,While he softly breathed his hopes,With amazement he sees, swing about in the breeze,Already a ladder of ropes,Up, up he has gone, the bird is flown,“What is this on the ground?” quoth he;“Oh it’s plain that she loves, here’s some gentleman’s gloves,She is off, and it’s not with me.”}Repeat.For these gloves, these gloves,They never belonged to me.Of course you’d have thought he’d have followed and fought,As that was a dueling age,But this gay cavalier, he quite scorned the ideaOf putting himself in a rage;More wise by far, he put up his guitar,And as homeward he went, sung he,“When a lady elopes down a ladder of ropes,She may go to Hong Kong for me.”}Repeat.She may go, she may go,She may go to Hong Kong for me.
’Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright,And the moon o’er the waters played,When a gay cavalier to a bower drew near,A maid to serenade;To tenderest words he swept the chords,And many a sigh heaved he,While o’er and o’er he fondly swore,Sweet maid I love but thee.}Repeat.Sweet maid, sweet maid,Sweet maid I love but thee.He raised his eyes to her lattice high,While he softly breathed his hopes,With amazement he sees, swing about in the breeze,Already a ladder of ropes,Up, up he has gone, the bird is flown,“What is this on the ground?” quoth he;“Oh it’s plain that she loves, here’s some gentleman’s gloves,She is off, and it’s not with me.”}Repeat.For these gloves, these gloves,They never belonged to me.Of course you’d have thought he’d have followed and fought,As that was a dueling age,But this gay cavalier, he quite scorned the ideaOf putting himself in a rage;More wise by far, he put up his guitar,And as homeward he went, sung he,“When a lady elopes down a ladder of ropes,She may go to Hong Kong for me.”}Repeat.She may go, she may go,She may go to Hong Kong for me.
’Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright,And the moon o’er the waters played,When a gay cavalier to a bower drew near,A maid to serenade;To tenderest words he swept the chords,And many a sigh heaved he,While o’er and o’er he fondly swore,Sweet maid I love but thee.}Repeat.Sweet maid, sweet maid,Sweet maid I love but thee.
’Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright,
And the moon o’er the waters played,
When a gay cavalier to a bower drew near,
A maid to serenade;
To tenderest words he swept the chords,
And many a sigh heaved he,
While o’er and o’er he fondly swore,
Sweet maid I love but thee.
}Repeat.
Sweet maid, sweet maid,
Sweet maid I love but thee.
He raised his eyes to her lattice high,While he softly breathed his hopes,With amazement he sees, swing about in the breeze,Already a ladder of ropes,Up, up he has gone, the bird is flown,“What is this on the ground?” quoth he;“Oh it’s plain that she loves, here’s some gentleman’s gloves,She is off, and it’s not with me.”}Repeat.For these gloves, these gloves,They never belonged to me.
He raised his eyes to her lattice high,
While he softly breathed his hopes,
With amazement he sees, swing about in the breeze,
Already a ladder of ropes,
Up, up he has gone, the bird is flown,
“What is this on the ground?” quoth he;
“Oh it’s plain that she loves, here’s some gentleman’s gloves,
She is off, and it’s not with me.”
}Repeat.
For these gloves, these gloves,
They never belonged to me.
Of course you’d have thought he’d have followed and fought,As that was a dueling age,But this gay cavalier, he quite scorned the ideaOf putting himself in a rage;More wise by far, he put up his guitar,And as homeward he went, sung he,“When a lady elopes down a ladder of ropes,She may go to Hong Kong for me.”}Repeat.She may go, she may go,She may go to Hong Kong for me.
Of course you’d have thought he’d have followed and fought,
As that was a dueling age,
But this gay cavalier, he quite scorned the idea
Of putting himself in a rage;
More wise by far, he put up his guitar,
And as homeward he went, sung he,
“When a lady elopes down a ladder of ropes,
She may go to Hong Kong for me.”
}Repeat.
She may go, she may go,
She may go to Hong Kong for me.