The one for a time I shall think sublime,
And then if you like I will change with you.
One day I sing of the raven curls,
The next of the ringlets fair.
Be mine the brunette of the tresses jet,
Mine the Hebe of golden hair.
For the gypsy-like maid has a heart that’s warm,
You are lucky indeed if you’re hers, my boy;
But there’s many a blonde can be equally fond,
If you’re only the one she prefers, my boy.