Oh! when I snatched a tender kiss,
Or some such trifle when I courted,
You said, indeed, that love was bliss,
But never owned you were transported!
But then to gaze on that fair face—
It would have been an unfair feeling
To dream that you had pilfered lace—
And Flints had suffered from your stealing.
Or when my suit I first preferred,
To bring your coldness to repentance,