They are just as alarming,
And ten times more charming,
With hazel and blue, with hazel and blue.
They don’t ogle a man,
O’er the top of their fan,
Till his heart’s in a flame, his heart’s in a flame,
But though bashful and shy,
They’ve a look in their eye,
That just comes to the same, just comes to the same.
No mantillas they sport,