BUT FOR A MOMENT O cast not a doubtful shadow, but run a muck in unrelenting Love- for in the morrow, yours is Heaven above. A Foxy Lady from down the path hast come to borrow sugar- and spend a moments time with Thee. You ask her kindly to come in, stumbling backwards over a chairs- for none's so blind as unrelenting Love. Rum and Cola, fancy the mind to ease whilst but a moments conversation- has turned the hours past. So soon the young ones came to fold away the years- through chattering and meandering. It is true only yesterady you ran a muck in unrelenting Love ! with a Foxy Lade from down the path who has but come to borrow sugar !