Enough Rope/The Leal
The Leal
THE friends I made have slipped and strayed,
And who’s the one that cares?
A trifling lot and best forgot—
And that’s my tale, and theirs.
And who’s the one that cares?
A trifling lot and best forgot—
And that’s my tale, and theirs.
Then if my friendships break and bend,
There’s little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
Is faithful till I die.
There’s little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
Is faithful till I die.