Do her eyes glance
At it sometimes,—and sometimes linger?
Be, silver star,
Particular,
And do not be afraid of hurting.
I know her well,
And truth to tell,
I fear my lady love is flirting.
Do her eyes glance
At it sometimes,—and sometimes linger?
Be, silver star,
Particular,
And do not be afraid of hurting.
I know her well,
And truth to tell,
I fear my lady love is flirting.