Maude Clare

• His bride was like a village maid,

  Maude Clare was like a queen.
• "Here's my half of the golden chain

  You wore about your neck,

  That day we waded ankle-deep
• He faltered in his place:

  "Lady," he said, - "Maude Clare," he said -

  "Maude Clare," - and hid his face.
• My Lady Nell
• "And what you leave," said Nell, "I'll take,

  And what you spurn, I'll wear;

  For he's my lord for better and worse,

  And him I love Maude Clare.
• I'll love him till he loves me best,

  Me best of all Maude Clare.