The Lovers Quarrel - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE LOVERS QUARREL. Copyright, 1885, by Brentano Bros. By Carl Millocker. 
When the evening's fair, all the world asleep, Just to meet the air, out I softly creep, Tho' the night be chill. I am always warm When I get the thrill of my love's arm. We had many quarrels, oh, the hateful man; First time it was nice making up again; But my heart is sore ever since last night; I called him a bore, he called me a fright. Such a bear I don't care ever to meet again; I shan't cry-no, not I, not a sigh, if I die; I'll not miss my love's kiss, but he'll miss mine; Oh, I am sure of that, he will miss mine. 
There are finer fish, if I choose to try. Who would dearly wish on my hook to die. It provokes me so, when I thought him mine, Such a catch, you know, to break my line. But my love, you see, has the sweetest kiss. Often it gave me such ecstatic bliss; Now I count them all; he had many charms-Hark! yes, that's his call, come to my arms; Hug me tight, darling dear, close to your loving arm, Sweet to die where I lie, out of breath, squeezed to death. Hug me light, darling, dear, oh! hug me tight, From me he'll never fly, now you know why.