The flirt (John Frederick Bridge)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-02-25). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 186 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
First published: 1895 The Orpheus no.292
Original text and translations
I loved a maiden, graceful, fair,
I wooed, and should have won her too,
Alas! her love was light as air,
And I was soon replaced by you!
I know; I learnt ot to my cost,
Her love for me was but a whim,
She was no sooner loved than lost,
And her affections went to him.
To me! They stayed no longer there,
Like moth and candle, I and she;
I singed my wings, she did not care,
Another lover came, 'twas he.
I came, I saw, She conquered, true,
I gave her flowers, ring, a fan.
She liked me then as something new,
But now she loves another man.
Four broken hearts, four blighted lives,
Four withered flowers doomed to fade!
And yet each one of us survives,
And loves, perhaps, another maid!