And say, All that is very well!
But is there one, in all the land,
That with my Margaret may compare,
Or even tie the shoe to her?
Rap, rap! cling, clang! so went it round!
From man to man, with gleesome sound,
And one cried out with lusty breath,
“Yes, Gretchen! Gretchen! she’s the girl,
Of womanhood the perfect pearl!”
And all the braggarts were dumb as death.