Last year I sent the same to May—
Heigh-ho! I’ve led a blithe career—
They’d make a rather long array,
My valentines of yester-year.
In years beginning with 18—
I was unfettered, free, and gay
Each maiden seemed to me a queen,
And to each one my court I’d pay.
Now I’m engaged. Ah, well-away!
Rosina is a perfect dear,