Oh lord Byron you silly fool ,breaking all society's rules

Women come and women go

But you can't let the words go, they follow you everyday in your mind they run and play

Silly rhymes of love forlorn, men and women you did adore

Your lovely sister ,your true love,who are these people that they  judge

Your exile they say is out of shame,but we both know your not to blame

For we are different a separate lot,we leave our mark, and then we're gone,leaving only our love forlorn