Maids and matrons gay!
Are there such sights yet?
Down the old house goes!
British troopers came
Ere another year,
With their coats aflame,
Mincing on their toes;
Daughters of the house
Gave them haughty cheer,
Laughed to scorn their vows,—
Maids and matrons gay!
Are there such sights yet?
Down the old house goes!
British troopers came
Ere another year,
With their coats aflame,
Mincing on their toes;
Daughters of the house
Gave them haughty cheer,
Laughed to scorn their vows,—