My Young Lochinvar?”
He replied, “Tho’ ’twere useless to smother
My love for the maid at your side;
Tho’ my Helen be bound to another,
I shall trust to the turn of the tied.
As I drink to her squint and her freckles,
I’ll remark how few ladies there are
Who would shrink from a share of the shekels
Of Young Lochinvar.”
Then he pledged her in port, so politely