Just to make the moments glide,
(Which, without a doubt, she really thinks she ought,)
Then, of course, I’ll look it over,
And continue to confide—
For the best of mortals like a little sport!
But suppose this other fellow
Should, with sly and skillful art,
In the darling girl’s affections fill my place!
’Tis enough to make me bellow,—
’Tis enough to break my heart,—