So boys meditate on my sad plight;
Don’t tie up your gay hearts too soon,
Do treat the girls with respect and delight;
But just let them giggle and spoon.
Chorus: O that I were, etc.
This sure delighted them. How they did cheer!
The sentiment was light; the tune was gay.
Such airy ditties people like to hear,
And with such happy veins are borne away.
’Twas ever so; the human heart, ’tho staid,