Intro: B5 B5 B5 This, no song of ingenue E5 Eb5 This, no ballad of innocence; Ab5 E5 This, the rhyme of a lady who C#5 F#5 Followed ever the natural bents. B5 B5 This, a solo of sapience, E5 Eb5 This, a chantey of sophistry, Ab5 E5 This, the sum of experiments, C#5 F#5 B5 I loved them until they loved me. B5 I loved them until they loved me. E5 Eb5 Ab5 , E5 , C#5 , F#5 I loved them until they loved me. B5 B5 Decked in garments of sable hue, E5 Eb5 Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents, Ab5 E5 Wearing shower bouquets of rue, C#5 F#5 Walk I ever in penitence. B5 B5 Oft I roam , as my heart repents, E5 Eb5 Through God's acre of memory, Ab5 E5 Marking stones, in my reverence, C#5 F#5 B5 I loved them until they loved me. B5 I loved them until they loved me. E5 Eb5 Ab5 , E5 , C#5 , F#5 I loved them until they loved me. Eb5 Ab5 Pictures pass me in long review,-- E5 F#5 B5 Marching columns of dead events. Eb5 Ab5 I was tender, and, often, true; C#5 F#5 Ever a prey to coincidence. B5 B5 Always knew I the consequence; E5 Eb5 Always saw what the end would be. Ab5 E5 We're as Nature has made us -- hence C#5 F#5 B5 I loved them until they loved me. B5 I loved them until they loved me. E5 Eb5 Ab5 , E5 , C#5 , F#5 I loved them until they loved me. B5 B5 Princes, never I'd give offense, E5 Eb5 Won't you think of me tenderly? Ab5 E5 Here's my strength and my weakness, gents - B5 B5 This, no song of ingenue E5 Eb5 This, no ballad of innocence; Ab5 E5 This, the rhyme of a lady who
