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 Then, darling, think what pangs assail Your lover’s triple vest of mail, Dreaming that even you might fail,
 * Your last year’s mate.

Another sits where you have been, With you another walks the green And tender words have passed between,
 * My bonny Kate!

A few short weeks, and I may be Dashing along the hostile sea, Winning the gold that ransoms thee,
 * My bonny Kate!

To God I yield the doubt—to you I give my solemn troth anew, My love, my faithful and my true—
 * My bonny Kate!