And as to height, make no ado;
It matters not, I tell you true,
Whether two feet six, or six feet two,
Still I am the boy for you.
With my capering, etc.
THE CHAMBERMAID.
When clouds obscure the evening sky,
And rains in torrents pour,
And as to height, make no ado;
It matters not, I tell you true,
Whether two feet six, or six feet two,
Still I am the boy for you.
With my capering, etc.
When clouds obscure the evening sky,
And rains in torrents pour,