A Daughter’s Plea

Father, father, tell me do,
Is his love deep and true?
                Maybe, Babe, maybe.

Father, father, tell me straight,
Are his smiles a cunning bait?
                Maybe, Babe, maybe.

Father, father, tell me quick,
Would he leave me were I sick?
                Maybe, Babe, maybe.

Father, father, you are wise.
Might his words be sugared lies?
                Maybe, Babe, maybe.

Father, father, I’m not in doubt.
Might I, one day, find him out?
                Maybe, Babe, maybe.

Father, father, I cannot wait,
Won’t he make my perfect mate?
                Maybe, Babe, maybe.

Father, father, is it yes or no,
My heart’s on fire, I need to know?

No future, Babe’s ever sure,
Down the years lie risks galore.
If the truth I’m you to tell, it’s
                Maybe, Babe, maybe