Yellow-hair'd laddie/Still he's the man

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STILL HE’S THE MAN.

To its own proper Tune.

WHAT woman cou'd do, I have try'd to be free,
Yet do all I can,
I find I love him, and though he flies me,
Still, still he's the man.
They tell me at once, he to twenty will swear:
When vows are so sweet, who the falshood can fear?
So when you have said all you can,
Still,———still he's the man.

I caught him once making love to a maid,
When to him I ran,
He turn'd, and he kiss'd me, then who cou'd upbraid
So civil a man?
The next day I found to a third he was kind,
I rated him soundly, he swore I was blind;
So let me do what I can,
Still,———still he's the man.

All the world bids me beware of his art:
I do what I can:
But he has taken such hold of my heart,
I doubt he's the man!
So sweet are his kisses, his looks are so kind,
He may have his faults, but if none I can find,
Who can do more than they can,
He,———still is the man.