But I know what is next to your heart,
Now, what do you think of Confession?”
Rum-ti-iddi-ti-ti.
Her face was rouged up to the eyes,
And red was her ladyship’s toggery,
And folks who are thought to be wise,
Recognised a professor of roguery.
A bundle of Keys at her waist—
Says she, “I can help you, Sir, that I can,
In the South I am very much graced,