Then said Chorley: "My pursuit there's no evyding.
Now I've caught you, I insist on a reploy.
Do you love me? Tell me truly, little myding!"
But how is a girl to answer when she's shoy?
Spoken—For even if the conversation happens to be about nothing particular, it's just the same to me.
Chorus—When I'm spoken to, I wriggle, &c.
There we stood among the loilac and syringas,
More sweet than any Ess. Bouquet you boy;
[Arcadian for "buy."
And Chorley kept on squeezing of my fingers,
And I couldn't tell him not to, being shoy.
Spoken—For, as I told you before,—
Chorus—When I'm spoken to, I wriggle, &c.
Soon my slender wyste he ventured on embrycing,
While I only heaved a gentle little soy;
Though a scream I would have liked to rise my vice in,
It's so difficult to scream when you are shoy!
Spoken—People have such different ways of listening to proposals. As for me,—