Show the little archer there,

Hidden in your pretty hair;

When didst learn a heart to win?

Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin!

“Oh!” the rosy lips reply,

“I can’t tell you if I try.

’Tis so long I can’t remember:

Ask some younger lass than I!”

Tell, O tell me, Grizzled-Face,

Do your heart and head keep pace?