And wonder if IT ever—sparked on Sunday night!
One, two, three sweet kisses; four, five, six, you hook;
But, thinking that you rob her, give back those you took;
Then, as for home you hurry, from the fair one’s sight,
Don’t you wish EACH DAY was only Sunday night?
Answer of Katy Darling.
Oh, in heaven you will meet your Katy Darling,
There my smiles you may ever more behold.
I believed not you were false to Katy Darling.