The owner all freely bestows
A hostelry fit for Love’s dwelling,
At The Sign of the Lily and Rose.
There’s a happy smile caught in her dimple,
That only a debutante shows;
And chatter is guileless and simple
At the Sign of the Lily and Rose.
She’s pleased with the veriest trifles,
No artful bewitchment she knows;
But Cupid a sigh or two stifles