'Tis, “Oh, my love, the pattern of
His waistcoat struck my eye!”
“And if to walk I am inclined
(It's seldom I go out),
At every worsted-shop she sees,
Oh, how she looks about!
And says, “Bless me! I must 'go in,
The pattern is so rare;
That group of flowers is just the thing
I wanted for my chair!”