American Old Time Song Lyrics: 18 Justine, You Love Me Not

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 18

JUSTINE, YOU LOVE ME NOT.

I know, Justine, you speak me fair, as often as we met,
And 'tis a luxury, I swear, to hear a voice so sweet;
And yet it does not please me quite, the civil way you've got,
For me you're something too polite-Justine, you love me not!

I know, Justine, you never scold at naught that I may do,
If I am passionate, or cold, 'tis all the same to you;
"A charming temper, " say the men, to smooth a husband's lot,
I wish 'twere ruffled now and then-Justine, you love me not!

I know, Justine, you wear a smile as beaming as the sun,
But who supposes all the while it shines for only one?
Though azure skies are fair to see, a transient cloudy spot
In yours would promise more to me-Justine, you love me not!

I know, Justine, you make my name your eulogistic theme,
And say-if any chance to blame-you hold me in esteem;
Such words for all their kindly scope, delight me not a jot,
Just so you would have praised the pope-Justine, you love me not!

I know, Justine, for I have heard what friendly voices tell,
You do not blush to say the words, "You like me passing well;"
And thus the fatal sound I hear that seals my lonely lot,
There's nothing now to hope or fear-Justine, you love me not!