The sun may shine, the rain may fall, 
 And the world roll round about, - 
The king's men and king's horses all 
 Can never rub one thing out. 

Skies may darken - clouds will flit - 
 Troubles may gather and go: 
For my sweetheart loves me "just a bit! 
 And, oh! I love her so. 

The vapour vanishes in the sun! 
 So pass cures, doubts, and pains - 
For I'm "loved a bit" by the dearest one, 
 And the best the world contains.