She was poor, and went on foot,

Badly drest, you know,—and yet,—

Ah! if I could love you now

As I used to love Rosette!

You are clever, and well known

For your wit so quick and free;—

Now, Rosette, I blush to own,

Scarcely knew her A B C;

But she had a potent charm

In my youth:—ah, vain regret!