He's Gone to England for a Wife

Henry Lawson, 1889

      He's gone to England for a wife
      Among the ladies there;
      And yet I know a lass he deemed
      The rarest of the rare.
      He's gone to England for a wife;
      And rich and proud is he.
      But he was poor and toiled for bread
      When first he courted me.

      He said I was the best on earth;
      He said I was "his life";
      And now he thinks of noble birth,
      And seeks a lady wife!
      He said for me alone he'd toil
      To win an honest fame;
      But now no lass on southern soil
      Is worthy of his name!

      I think I see his lady bride,
      A fair and faultless face,
      And nothing in her heart beside
      The empty pride of race.
      And she will grace his gilded home,
      The wife his gold shall buy;
      But will she ever dream of him,
      Or love as well as I?