Where I've been ever since,
And, the truth not to mince,
Am thought well-behaved, clever, and quite free from harm.
Now of girls he has two,
Pretty fair ones to view,
With such figures I'm sure can surpassed be by none.
But they both of them thought
(Which their eyes soon me taught),
That I'd make for their father an excellent son.
Now what could a man do?