Lady love, lady love, where e'er thou be,
Think of no man but only me;
Love me, and wed me, and call me thine own,
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, Joan.
Diggory. What is that "Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling"?
Roger. That is the chief element of the charm—don't forget it. Having done this on nine successive days—dost thou follow me?
Diggory. Aye, sir.
Roger. On the tenth go to the barber's and have thy hair cut short.
Diggory. But, sir, my hair is my best feature!
Roger. It is with many; cut it, however, or lose the worth of all of the charm. Dost thou hear, Diggory? Cut thy hair short or never win fair woman. Farewell.
Diggory. I thank you, sir. [Going] "Lady love, ting-a-ling"—nay, that's not it.
Roger. Diggory!