So smug and trim, so blithe and debonair;
And one is my fair neighbour, I declare;
She is a girl quite to my mind.
They pass along so proper and so shy,
And yet they’ll take us with them by and by.
First Student.
No, no! these girls with nice conceits they bore you,
Have at the open game that lies before you!
The hand that plies the busy broom on Monday,
Caressed her love the sweetest on the Sunday.