Contented to be ever sitting
Amidst a busy, smiling crowd
Of girls that sing and laugh aloud.
When nights were dark, we'd talk together
Of dress, and bonnets, and the weather;
And then we'd gossip too apace
Of all that happens in the place,
And end the evening's conversation
With jests, and tales of sweet flirtation.
As time went on, I would not tarry,