Mary: Johnny, sweetheart, can you be true <br />To all those famous vows you've made? <br />Will you love me as I love you <br />Until we both in earth are laid? <br />Or shall the old wives nod and say <br />'His love was only for a day, <br />The mood goes by, <br />His fancies fly, <br />And Mary's left to sigh.' <br /> <br />Johnny: Mary, alas, you've hit the truth, <br />And I with grief can but admit <br />Hot-blooded haste controls my youth, <br />My idle fancies veer and flit <br />From flower to flower, from tree to tree, <br />And when the moment catches me <br />Oh, love goes by, <br />Away I fly, <br />And leave my girl to sigh. <br /> <br />Mary: Could you but now foretell the day, <br />Johnny, when this sad thing must be, <br />When light and gay you'll turn away <br />And laugh and break the heart in me? <br />For like a nut for true love's sake <br />My empty heart shall crack and break, <br />When fancies fly <br />And love goes by <br />And Mary's left to die. <br /> <br />Johnny: When the sun turns against the clock, <br />When Avon waters upward flow, <br />When eggs are laid by barn-door cock, <br />When dusty hens do strut and crow, <br />When up is down, when left is right, <br />Oh, then I'll break the troth I plight, <br />With careless eye <br />Away I'll fly <br />And Mary here shall die.<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/true-johnny/
