American Old Time Song Lyrics: 13 Two Or Three Strings To My Bow
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 13
Two or Three Strings to My Bow.
I am a poor maiden forsaken,
Yet I have a contented mind;
I am a poor maiden forsaken,
Yet I'll find another more kind.
For although I be forsaken.
Yet this I would have you know;
I ne'er was so ill-provided,
But I'd two or three strings to my bow.
I own that once I loved him,
But his scorn I could ne'er endure;
Nor yet to that height of perfection,
For his flights to love him the more.
I own he was very engaging.
Yet this I would have you to know;
I ne'er was so ill-provided,
But I'd two or three strings to my bow.
Ye maidens who hear of my ditty,
And are unto loving inclined;
Men's minds they are subject to changing.
And wavering like to the wind.
Each object creates a new fancy,
Then this I would have you to do;
Be easy and free, and take pattern of me,
And keep two or three strings to your bow.