The Rose did caper on her cheek - Her Bodice rose and fell - Her pretty speech - like drunken men - Did stagger pitiful - Her fingers fumbled at her work - Her needle would not go - What ailed so smart a little Maid - It puzzled me to know -
Till opposite - I spied a cheek That bore another Rose - Just opposite - Another speech That like the Drunkard goes -
A Vest that like her Boddice, danced - To the immortal tune - Till those two troubled - little Clocks Ticked softly into one.
Commenti