Why at my church do I select a pew,
Commanding always one particular view
Alas! I fear it is to look at you
The Curate.
When do I shun the theatre or the ball,
For spinsters’ tea that’s weak, and talk that’s small
’Tis when I think it probable you’ll call
Our Curate.
Why, by my hands, industriously were tied
The holly wreaths in church at Christmas-tide?