A Vers de Société Anthology - Unknown

But the luck of a rover’s the thing for me!

Though oft, with my lover upon my knee

(She has frolicsome eyes and a fetching gown!)

I fear if my heart’s to be held in fee,—

Then I’ll marry and settle down.

Prince, my sweetheart will not agree,—

But the luck of a rover’s the thing for me!

She says I must stay, and I fear her frown,—