Her air has a meaning, her movements a grace,
You turn from the fairest to gaze at her face;
And when you have once seen her dance, ’tis a treat
That you may encore, but which she won’t repeat—
My Kate!
Renouncing burlesque, she’s about to enact
The fair Amy Robsart—I hope ’twill attract.
And when thou art gone, who will here take your part,
While you’re starring the country as Amy Robsart,
My Kate?