For a Woman's Sake

By Lama Fane & Cuthbert Clarke (1908)

Perfomed by Bransby Williams

He fought for his country as brave men will,

 Who die for their country's sake,

But there was a mightier motive still

And a higher prize at stake.

He fought for the fame where glory lies:

To win a smile from a woman's eyes.

He spurred on his horse to its utmost speed,

And thick in the fight rode he,

And many a noble heroic deed

Was done in his bravery.

But the one reward he craved was this,

To feel the touch of a woman's kiss.

He lived in the saddle from dawn till night,

And often till dawn again.

And the sun rose red on a ghastly sight,

Of wounded amidst the slain:

But thro' the horror of time and place,

His thoughts were full of a woman's face.

He stuck to his colours until the last,

 Then sailed for his native land,

For his heart was hungry to feel the clasp

Of a woman's tender hand.

But life had something to teach him yet,

That women of fashion soon forgei.

He had staked his all on the woman's vow,

His life on a woman's kiss,

And nothing that mattered could happen now,

Since what had happened was this:

That he, who fearless had faced the foe,

Passed from her presence with head bowed low.

He went to the dogs at a quicker rate

Than many a man grown grey,

For it's very easy to find Hell's gate

When the Devil leads the way.

And one more soul was damned in despair;

For the sake of a woman false and fair.

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