Songs of Action

<h2><SPAN name="page115"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>THE BLIND ARCHER</h2> <p class="poetry">Little boy Love drew his bow at a chance,<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; Shooting down at the ballroom floor;<br/> He hit an old chaperone watching the dance,<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; And oh! but he wounded her sore.<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &lsquo;Hey, Love, you couldn&rsquo;t mean that!<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hi, Love, what would you be at?&rsquo;<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No word would he say,<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But he flew on his way,<br/> For the little boy&rsquo;s busy, and how could he stay?</p> <p class="poetry">Little boy Love drew a shaft just for sport<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; At the soberest club in Pall Mall;<br/> He winged an old veteran drinking his port,<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; And down that old veteran fell.<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <SPAN name="page116"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>&lsquo;Hey, Love, you mustn&rsquo;t do that!<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hi, Love, what would you be at?<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This cannot be right!<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It&rsquo;s ludicrous quite!&rsquo;<br/> But it&rsquo;s no use to argue, for Love&rsquo;s out of sight.</p> <p class="poetry">A sad-faced young clerk in a cell all apart<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; Was planning a celibate vow;<br/> But the boy&rsquo;s random arrow has sunk in his heart,<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; And the cell is an empty one now.<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &lsquo;Hey, Love, you mustn&rsquo;t do that!<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hi, Love, what would you be at?<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He is not for you,<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He has duties to do.&rsquo;<br/> &lsquo;But I <i>am</i> his duty,&rsquo; quoth Love as he flew.</p> <p class="poetry">The king sought a bride, and the nation had hoped<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; For a queen without rival or peer.<br/> <SPAN name="page117"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>But the little boy shot, and the king has eloped<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; With Miss No-one on Nothing a year.<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &lsquo;Hey, Love, you couldn&rsquo;t mean that!<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hi, Love, what would you be at?<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What an impudent thing<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To make game of a king!&rsquo;<br/> &lsquo;But <i>I&rsquo;m</i> a king also,&rsquo; cried Love on the wing.</p> <p class="poetry">Little boy Love grew pettish one day;<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; &lsquo;If you keep on complaining,&rsquo; he swore,<br/> &lsquo;I&rsquo;ll pack both my bow and my quiver away,<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp; And so I shall plague you no more.&rsquo;<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &lsquo;Hey, Love, you mustn&rsquo;t do that!<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hi, Love, what would you be at?<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; You may ruin our ease,<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; You may do what you please,<br/> But we can&rsquo;t do without you, you dear little tease!&rsquo;</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />